أَوى رَبّي إِلَيَّ فَما وُقوفي
عَلى تِلكَ المَنازِلِ وَالأَواري
My Lord brought me close, so I stand not
At those stations or sanctuaries.
وَإِنَّ طَوارَ ذاكَ الرَبعِ أَودى
بِرَبرَبَ أَهلِهِ نوبٌ طَواري
That quarter's oxen brought woe
To the land's people—wild oxen.
عَواريُّ الفَتى مُتَعَقِّباتٌ
بُطونُ بَناتِهِ مِنها عَواري
A young man's honor depends on
His daughters’ wombs—his honoraries.
فَنَزِّه ناظِرَيكَ عَنِ الغَواني
وَأَكرِم جارَتَيكَ عَنِ الحِوارِ
So guard your glances from wildness
And value your neighbors over fences.
إِذا قَصُرَ الجِدارُ فَلا تَشَرَّف
لِتَنظُرَ ما تَسَتَّرَ في الجِوارِ
When a wall grows short, do not crane
To see what a neighbor's courtyard contains.
وَجَدتُ مُدى الحَوادِثِ واقِعاتٍ
بِلَبّاتِ المُثَلَّبِ وَالحُوارِ
I found the course of events overflowing
With foxholes and neighboring warriors.
وَلا تُعجِبُكَ رَيّا عِندَ رَيّا
وَلا نورٌ تَبَيَّنَ مِن نَوّارِ
Do not let sight at sight startle you
Nor light seen through hollows.
وَأَعرِض عَن جِوارِ الدارِ أَوفَت
عَلَيهِ بِزينَةٍ أُصُلاً جَواري
Turn from a household adorned
With beauties native to its neighbor.
تَّطَلَّع مِن سِوارِكَ بِاِختِلاسٍ
إِلى خَلخالِ غَيرِكَ وَالسِوارِ
Do not sneak glances toward the bangles
Of another’s wrist from your bracelets.
زَوائِرُ بِالعَشيِّ وَمِزرُ شُربٍ
يُكَثِّرُ مَرزَياتِكَ وَالزَواري
Late visitors and a cup passed around
Fill your guesthouse and its subsidiaries.
عَلَيكَ العَقلَ وَاِفعَل مارَآهُ
جَميلاً فَهُوَ مُشتارُ الشِوارِ
Reason lies with you—do what seems
Fair: that is the excellent choice.
وَلا تَقبَل مِنَ التَوراةِ حُكماً
فَأنَّ الحَقَّ عَنها في تَوارِ
Accept no judgment from the Torah,
For truth has withdrawn into hiding.
أَرى أَسفارَها لِيَهودَ أَضحَت
بَواري قَد حُسِبنَ مِنَ البَوارِ
Its scrolls have become, for the Jews,
Refuse—like objects discarded and ruined.
إِذا أَخلَصَت لِلخَلّاقِ سِرّاً
فَلَيسَت مِن ضَوائِرَكَ الضَواري
When you devote a secret to the Creator,
It is no longer one of your strayings.
وَإِن مَرَّ الصُوارُ فَلا تَلَفَّت
بِمُطَرَّدِ النَسيمِ إِلى الصُوارِ
If riders pass, do not crane
Toward the mobile warriors.
فَوارٍ مِن زِنادِكَ مِثلُ كابٍ
مَتّى ما حَلَّتِ الغِيَرُ الفَواري
Fleeing your quiver is like a serpent
Whenever plunderers descend.
أَسِربٌ حَولَ دُوارٍ نِساءٌ
بِمَكَّة أَو عَذارى دُوارِ
A flock circles a household—women
In Mecca or the virgins of a village.
