هُمُ منَعوا مِنّا الخيالَ الّذي يَسْري

فلا وَصْلَ إلاّ ما تَصوَّر في الفِكْرِ

They have prevented me from the imagination that flows

So there is no union except what is imagined in thought

فيا مالكي منْعَ الجُفونِ من الكرَى

ألم تمَلِكوا منْعَ الفؤادِ منَ الذّكر

O you who have power over preventing the eyelids from seeing

Have you not the power to prevent the heart from remembering?

أَبِيتُ وسُمّارُ المُنَى بي مُطِيفةٌ

وبحرُ البُكا بالطّيْفِ مُمتَنِعُ العَبر

I spend the night while the places of farewell circle around me

And the sea of tears with the specter is inaccessible to cross

وقد وَتّدَ اللّيلُ النُّجومَ مُخَيّماً

وطَنَّب أجفاني إليها يَدُ الهَجر

And the night has pitched the stars as tents

And the hand of separation has gestured my eyelids to them

وغادَر في خَدَّيَّ غُدْراً من البُكا

تَولُّعُ ربِّاتِ الغدائرِ بالغَدر

And it has left betrayal on my cheeks from weeping

The burning of the cheeks of the beauties with betrayal

لقد أصبَحَتْ سمراءَ والسُّمْرُ بيننا

فماذا لَقِينا من سَمِيّاتِها السُّمر

In the morning she became dark-skinned while the night was between us

So what did we get from her dark-skinned faces in the night?

ولم أنْسَها يومَ الرَّحيلِ وقد لَوتْ

بتَسليمةِ التّوديع حاشيةَ السِّتر

I did not forget her on the day of departure when

She bid farewell with a smile behind the veil

وقلبي مع الرَكْبِ اليمانينَ رائحٌ

لقىً بين أيدي العيسِ في البلَدِ القَفر

While my heart goes with the Yemeni caravan

Having met in front of the enemies in the barren land

أقولُ وإلْفي للوداعِ مُعانِقي

ولى دَمعةٌ غَيّضْتُها فهْي في نَحْري

I say while my companions bid me farewell

And a teardrop that I held back is in my throat

أدِرْ لي كؤوسَ اللَّثْمِ صِرْفاً لعلّه

تَسيرُ المطايا عند سُكْري ولا أدْري

Pour for me cups of wine to drink

So that the horses may walk during my intoxication and I know not

فلي عَبراتٌ إن أحسَّتْ بِبَيْنِكم

إذنْ تَركَتْ بحراً لكم جانبَ البَرّ

For I have sorrows, if they sense your separation

Then they have left a sea for you by the shore

أأحبابَنا هَبْكمْ عُذِرْتُم على النَّوى

فهل لصُدودِ الطَّيْفِ باللّيلِ من عُذر

O our loved ones, you were excused for the intention

But is there an excuse for the ghosts at night?

وما لِسَمائي بعدكمْ حار بَدْرُها

ألم يتَعلَّمْ سرعةَ السَّيْرِ من بَدري

And why has my sky darkened since you left?

Has it not learned the speed of my moon?

ولِمْ ثَقُلَتْ ريحُ الصَّبا مُذْ رحلْتُم

وكانتْ برَدْعِ المِسْكِ طَيِّيةَ النَّشر

And why has the eastern wind grown heavy since you traveled?

It used to have the softness of musk in its waving

رَحلتُمْ فقرَّبتُمْ مشيبي من الصِّبا

هموماً وباعدتُمْ عِشائي منَ الفَجر

You traveled, so you brought my old age closer

With worries, and took my evening away from dawn

فبينَ بياضَيْ عارضِي لَمْعُ بارقٍ

وبين بياضَيْ ليلتي مَوعِدُ الحَشر

So between the whiteness of my cheek is the gleam of lightning

And between the whiteness of my night is the promise of the resurrection

فهل من نَقيبٍ للّيالي مُوكَّلٍ

بأنْ يَنفِيَ النّومَ الدَّعِيَّ من العَصر

Is there a scout assigned to the nights

To dispel heavy sleep from the mid-afternoon?

فيأخذُ مُذْ بِنتُمْ ليالِيَّ قاطِعاً

ذَوائبَها لم يَنتسِبْنَ إلى عُمري

To take, since you left, my nights, severing

Their braids, which have not belonged to my life

فأيُّ فتىً جلّى الغداةَ شِكايتي

جلَوتُ لِما يوليهِ عند الرِّضا شُكرى

So which young man has remedied my complaint at dawn

I will reward what pleases him with gratitude

لدى مَلكٍ في الشُّمِّ من آلِ هاشمٍ

نَدي الوجْهِ سامي الطّرفِ مرتَهنِ البِشر

With a king among the Hashimites in Damascus

Whose face is brilliant, whose glance is noble, taken as a pledge

مَهيبٌ لدى النّادي مُرجَّى لدى النّدى

فيُمناهُ من يُمْنٍ ويُسراهُ من يُسر

He is awe-inspiring in the council, hoped for in intimacy

So may he be brought good fortune and victory

تُشيرُ إليه هاشمٌ بأكُفِّها

إشارةَ أيدي النّاظرينَ إلى البَدر

The Hashimites point to him with their palms

Like the hands of onlookers pointing to the moon

وتأْوي إليه إن ألمّتْ مُلِمّةٌ

ويأْوي جَناحُ الطّيْرِ ليلاً إلى الوَكْر

And they take refuge in him if a disaster befalls

Like the wing of a bird takes refuge in its nest at night

يُظاهِرُ بينَ الرَّأْيِ والسّيفِ دونهمْ

كما شَيّعَ ابْنُ الغابةِ النّابَ بالظُّفر

He supports them between opinion and sword

As the son of Ghabya escorted the leopard with victory

تكاد الرّماحُ السُّمْرُ وهْي ذَوابلٌ

تَعودُ بكَفّيهِ إلى الوَرَقِ الخُضر

The spears, while they are thick, nearly

Return by his palms to being green sticks

ويُعطي عِنانَ البرقِ ضمْنَ سحائبٍ

إذا هَزَّ عِطْفَ الأعوجِيّةِ بالحُضر

And he gives free rein to lightning among the clouds

When he brandishes the curved swords with might

وما ثار ذو شِبلَيْنِ من دونِ غِيلِه

بعَينَيْنِ كالمَقْدودَتَينِ منَ الجَمر

None with forked tongues has rebelled without his flames

With eyes like two embers flung from burning coal

كإذْكائه دونَ الخلافةِ طَرْفَه

مُدِلاًّ برأْيٍ يَقرُنُ النَّصْلَ بالنَّصر

Like his kindling underneath the caliphate, glancing

Expressing an opinion matching the sword with victory

ومَن مثْلُ ذي الفَخْرَينِ فَخْرٍ بنفسه

وفَخرٍ بمَنْ أبقَوا له غايةَ الفَخر

And who is like the one with two prides - pride in himself

And pride in those who have preserved for him the epitome of pride

حلَلْتَ من العّباسِ جَدِّك يا ابنَهُ

بحيثُ يُرىَ العبَاسُ مِن جَدِّه عَمْرو

You have inherited the noble traits from your grandfather Abbas

So that Abbas appears noble from his grandfather Amr

فتىً كلُّ حُبِّ المجدِ غُرّةُ وجههِ

فوشّحه بِيضاً بأيّامِه الغُرّ

A young man whom the love of glory is the youth of his face

So adorn him in white in his youthful days

فيُقْمِرُ هذا اللّيلُ بالبدرِ وَحْدَه

ولكنّه بَدْرٌ معَ الأنجُمِ الزُّهر

Thus this night is illuminated by the moon alone

But it is a moon among brilliant stars

ملوكٌ تَسامَوا للعُلا وأَئمّةٌ

أُولو العزْمِ في أزمانهمْ وأُولو الأَمر

Kings who have risen to supremacy, and imams

Of resolve in their times, and those in authority

تَبدَّى اللَّيالي في تَتابُعِ مُلكِهمْ

كما يتَبدَّى السّلْكُ من خَلَلِ الدُّرّ

The nights appeared continuous in their reign

As the string appears through the pearls

ولم يُرَ كالعبّاسِ قِدْماً وهاشمٍ

شَبيهانِ مَجْداً في مُلوك بني النّضر

None were seen like Abbas and Hashim

Similar in glory among the kings of the Arabs

فهذا الّذي تُغْنِي عنِ القَطْرِ كَفُّه

وهذا الذي يَأْتي مُحَيّاهُ بالقَطر

This one whose palm spares the rain

And that one who comes to life with the rain

فدَتْكَ نظامَ الحَضرتَيْنِ منَ الوَرى

أكفُّ رجالٍ لا تَريشُ ولا تَبْري

May the system of your two noble presences from the people

Be ransomed by the palms of men that do not tremble or languish

وما حِليةُ الأَشرافِ إلاّ مآثرٌ

وهل حِلْيةٌ للمشرفيِّ سوى الأثر

And the adornment of nobles is nothing but deeds

And what adornment for the noble except influence?

ويا ذِروةَ الخُطّابِ عزّاً وقد سعَتْ

إليك هوىً فاطْرَبْ لغانيةٍ بِكْر

O pinnacle of eloquence, passion has inclined

To you in love, so be elated for an unmarried maiden

فما تَرتضِي إلاّ علاءكَ بَعْلَها

وما تَبتغِي إلاّ العنايةَ من مَهر

For she will not accept but your nobility as her spouse

And she seeks no concern but care as her dowry

وأنّى تَرى كُفْوءاً كريماً من الوَرى

إذا عدَلَتْ بالوُدِّ عنك ابنةُ الفِكر

And where do you see a suitable noble person in the world

If she matches you in love instead of the daughter of thought?

ولي خاطرٌ يُغْري بِوأْدِ بناتِه

على حُسْنِها من فَقْدِه كرَمَ الصِّهر

But the face of your highness appeared radiant

So today no beauty remains in her tent

ولكنْ تَجلّى وجْهُ عَلياكَ طالعاً

فلم تَبْقَ منه اليومَ حسناءُ في خِدر

And I have not presented praise to the world, nor do I see

My loyalty to you as anything but provision for my Hereafter

ولم أُهدِ للدّنيا ثنائي ولا أرَى

ولائي لكم إلاّ لآخِرتي ذُخري

How often have I been generous with my dear soul for you

Like the generosity of my brother benevolence to the delegation abundantly

وكم جُدْتُ بالنّفْسِ العزيزةِ فيكمُ

كجودِ أخي الإحسانِ للوَفْدِ بالوَفر

And I will not silence the envious except with a glance

From the supreme Imamate stance in my matter

ولن أَكبُتَ الحُسّادَ إلاّ بنَظْرةٍ

من المَوقفِ الأَسْمَى الإماميِّ في أَمري

So unite me through it, O son of the most generous

For you are none but the compassionate one from that breast

فصِلْني بهِ يا ابنَ الأكارمِ مُدنِياً

فما أنت إلاّ الباعُ من ذلكَ الصَّدر

And live nobly for the religion - no nobleman has weakened

And blood - as long as the meadow flows from plentiful rain

وعشْ شَرفاً للدِّينِ ما حَنَّ شارِفٌ

ودُمْ ما تَروَّى الروَّضُ من دِيَمٍ غُزر

And take for the right hand of the state his palm that forgives

The secrets of meanings composed from the essence of poetry

وخُذْ ليمينِ الدّولةِ السّمْحِ كَفُّه

سِرارَ مَعانٍ صيغَ من خالصِ الشِّعر

To you every noble person concludes, like

The mouths of valleys flow to the sea

إليك اقتباساً يَنْتهِي كُلُّ فاضلٍ

كما مَجَّ أفواهُ الشِّعابِ إلى البَحر

O you who grant nobility to the noble for the people

And quench the gnostic with gnosis for the free

فيا فاضِلاً يُولي الفواضلَ للورَى

ويا عارِفاً يَروِي العوارِفَ للحُرّ

When a person learns the chronicles of those passed

You would think he lived in the first epochs of time

إذا ما درَى الإنسانُ أخبارَ مَنْ مضَى

فتَحسَبُه قد عاشَ في أوَّلِ الدَّهر

And think he lived the last of his lifetimes

To the resurrection, if the beautiful is remembered

وتَحسَبُه قد عاش آخِرَ دَهْرِه

إلى الحشْرِ إن أبقَى الجميلَ من الذِّكر

Whoever lived some of time lived all of it

Nobly and forbearingly, so take advantage of the longest life

فقد عاش كُلَّ الدَّهرِ مَن عاش بَعضَهُ

كريماً حليماً فاغتَنِمْ أَطْولَ العُمر