دَعا عَبرَتي تَجري عَلى الجَورِ وَالقَصدِ

أَظُنُّ نَسيما قارَفَ الهَجرَ مِن بَعدي

My tears flow in grief and with purpose,

I imagine a breeze that joined separation after me,

خَلا ناظِري مِن طَيفِهِ بَعدَ شَخصِهِ

فَيا عَجَبا لِلدَهرِ فَقداً عَلى فَقدِ

My eyes are vacant after his image left,

So strange is time's loss upon loss,

خَليلِيَّ هَل مِن نَظرَةٍ توصِلانَها

إِلى وَجَناتٍ يَنتَسِبنَ إِلى الوَردِ

My friend, is there a glance we can send

To gardens affiliated with roses,

وَقَدٍّ يَكادُ القَلبُ يَنقَدُّ دونَهُ

إِذا اِهتَزَّ في قُربٍ مِنَ العَينِ أَو يُعدِ

And a vine that makes the heart almost melt away,

When it trembles in nearness or is counted,

بِنَفسي حَبيبٌ نَقَّلوهُ عَنِ اِسمِهِ

فَباتَ غَريباً في رَجاءٍ وَفي سَعدِ

A beloved of mine they took from his name,

So he became a stranger, hoping and in bliss,

فَيا حائِلاً عَن ذَلِكَ الاِسمِ لا تَحُل

وَإِن جَهِدَ الأَعداءُ عَن ذَلِكَ العَهدِ

So woe to you who block that name, do not dissolve,

Even if enemies exert against that pact,

كَفى حَزَناً أَنّا عَلى الوَصلِ نَلتَقي

فُواقاً فَتَثنينا العُيونُ إِلى الصَدِّ

It's enough of sadness that we meet in union

Turning our eyes aside to the barrier,

وَلَو تُمكِنُ الشَكوى لَخَبَّرَكَ البُكا

حَقيقَةَ ما عِندي وَإِن جَلَّ ما عِندي

If complaining enabled, crying would tell you

The reality of what I have, though much I have,

هَوىً لا جَميلٌ في بُثَينَةَ نالَهُ

بِمِثلٍ وَلا عَمرُ بنُ عَجلانَ في هِندِ

A love that no beauty in Buthaina attained equal,

Nor lifespan of Ibn 'Ujayl in India,

غَصِبتُكَ مَمزوجاً بِنَفسي وَلا أَرى

لَهُم زاجِراً يَنهى وَلا حاكِماً يُعدي

I took you mingled with my soul, I see

No deterrer to forbid nor ruler to judge,

فَيا أَسَفاً لَو قابَلَ الأَسَفُ الجَوى

وَلَهفاً لَوَ اَنَّ اللَهفَ في ظالِمٍ يُجدي

Oh what a pity if sorrow met passion,

And what craving if craving helped in darkness,

أَبا الفَضلِ في تِسعٍ وَتِسعينَ نَعجَةً

غِنىً لَكَ عَن ظَبيٍ بِساحَتِنا فَردِ

Abu Fadl, in ninety nine ewe lambs,

Wealth for you, without gazelle in our field, return,

أَتَأخُذُهُ مِنّي وَقَد أَخَذَ الجَوى

مَآخِذَهُ مِمّا أُسِرُّ وَما أُبدي

Will you take him from me, and passion already took

Its dues, what I confide and what I display,

وَتَخطو إِلَيهِ صَبوَتي وَصَبابَتي

وَلَم يَخطُهُ بَثّي وَلَم يَعدُهُ وَجدي

And you tread to him my vigor and my prime,

While my separation did not tread him nor my fervor count him,

وَقُلتُ اِسلُ عَنهُ وَالجَوانِحُ حَولَهُ

وَكَيفَ سُلُوُّ اِبنِ المُفَرِّغِ عَن بُردِ

I said, ask about him, and the souls around him,

And how can the son of Mufarraj ask about coolness,