إِلَيكِ ما أَنا مِن لَهوٍ وَلا طَرَبِ
مُنيتِ مِنّي بِقَلبٍ غَيرِ مُنقَلِبِ
To you I am not of play nor confusion
You departed from me with an unchanging heart
رُدّي عَلَيَّ الصِبا إِن كُنتِ فاعِلَةً
إِنَّ الهَوى لَيسَ مِن شَأني وَلا أَربي
Return my youth to me if you are able
For desire is not my way nor my want
جاوَزتُ حَدَّ الشَبابِ النَضرِ مُلتَفِتاً
إِلى بَناتِ الصِبا يَركُضنَ في طَلَبي
I have gone beyond the stage of verdant youth
Looking to the daughters of youth running after me
وَالشَيبُ مَهرَبُ مَن جارى مَنِيَّتَهُ
وَلا نَجاءَ لَهُ مِن ذَلِكَ الهَرَبِ
And gray hair is the escape of him whose fate is fulfilled
And there is no salvation for him from that escape
وَالمَرءُ لَو كانَتِ الشِعرى لَهُ وَطَناً
حُطَّت عَلَيهِ صُروفُ الدَهرِ مِن صَبَبِ
And if poetry were a homeland for a man
The vicissitudes of fate would rain down on him from the clouds
قَد أَقذِفُ العيسَ في لَيلِ كَأَنَّ لَهُ
وَشياً مِنَ النورِ أَو أَرضاً مِنَ العُشُبِ
I hurl meteors in the night as if they had
Pasture from light or land from grass
حَتّى إِذا ما اِنجَلَت أُخراهُ عَن أُفُقٍ
مُضَمَّخٍ بِالصَباحِ الوَردِ مُختَضِبِ
Until when its last one disappears over a horizon
Dyed with the rose-colored dawn
أَورَدتُ صادِيَةَ الآمالِ فَاِنصَرَفَت
بِرَيِّها وَأَخَذتُ النُجحَ مِن كَثَبِ
I arrive disappointed and turn back
Taking success from a jump
هاتيكَ أَخلاقُ إِسماعيلَ في تَعَبٍ
مِنَ العُلا وَالعُلا مِنهُنَّ في تَعَبِ
These are the morals of Ismael in tiredness
From the ascent and the ascent from them in tiredness
أَتعَبتَ شُكري فَأَضحى مِنكَ في نَصَبٍ
فَاِذهَب فَمالِيَ في جَدواكَ مِن أَرَبِ
You have tired my gratitude so it has become burdened by you
So go away, for I have no desire for your kindness
لا أَقبَلُ الدَهرَ نَيلاً لا يَقومُ بِهِ
شُكري وَلَو كانَ مُسديهِ إِلَيَّ أَبي
I do not accept time bringing me any gain
For which my gratitude stands, even if my father were to hand it to me
لَمّا سَأَلتُكَ وافاني نَداكَ عَلى
أَضعافِ ظَنّي فَلَم أَظفَر وَلَم أَخِبِ
When I asked you, your call met me
Beyond my assumptions, yet I did not win nor succeed
لَم يُخطِ مَأبِضَ خُلساتٍ تَعَمَّدَها
فَشَكَّ ذا الشُعبَةِ الطولى فَلَم يُصِبِ
An orb did not miss targets of stealthiness it deliberately took
So the great Pléiades doubted, but did not hit
لَأَشكُرَنَّكَ إِنَّ الشُكرَ نائِلُهُ
أَبقى عَلى حالَةٍ مِن نائِلِ النَشَبِ
I will thank you, for gratitude finds
One who achieves it remaining in a state of achieving eminence
بِكُلِّ شاهِدَةٍ لِلقَومِ غائِبَةِ
عَنهُم جَميعاً وَلَم تَشهَد وَلَم تَغِبِ
With every witness for the people absent
From them all, neither witnessing nor absent
مَوصوفَةٍ بِاللَآلي مِن نَوادِرِها
مَسبوكَةِ اللَفظِ وَالمَعنى مِنَ الذَهَبِ
Described in subtleties from her rarities
Molded in wording and meaning from gold
وَلَم أُحابِكَ في مَدحٍ تُكَذِّبُهُ
بِالفِعلِ مِنكَ وَبَعضُ المَدحِ مِن كَذِبِ
And I have not flattered you in praise that
Reality from you contradicts, though some praise is of lies