يا سُروري بِنَيلِ تُحفَةٍ خِلٍّ
صادِقِ الوُّدِّ بِالثَناءِ جَديرِ
O my joy, with an eloquent gift,
True friend, worthy of praise,
مِن هدى زُفّت إِلى السَمعِ بكرٍ
تَتَهادى في حِليَةٍ وَشُذورِ
Guiding melodies freshly reached my hearing,
Gliding in elegance and splendor.
بُشرَةُ القَلبِ نُزهَةُ الطَرفِ حَقّاً
بِدعَةُ السَمعِ مِن بَناتِ الضَميرِ
Delight of the heart, charm of the eye in truth,
Marvel for the ear, from the daughters of conscience,
خِدرُها في السَوادِ مِن حُبِّه القَل
بَ مَنيعُ الجَنابِ لا كَالخُدورِ
Her languor in darkness from his ardent love,
Impregnable, not like one downcast.
مَهرُها أَن تُذالَ بِالبَذلِ وَالنَش
رِ وَأَن لا تُصانَ لا كَالمُهورِ
Her dowry to be humbled by generosity and giving,
Not to be guarded like some possession.
نُظِمَت مِن بَلاغَةٍ وَمَعانٍ
مِثلَ نَظمِ العُقودِ فَوقَ النُحورِ
Composed with eloquence and meanings,
Like strung pearls atop the throat.
نَتَجَتها خَواطِرٌ قَد أُبيحَت
كُلّ عَذبٍ مِنَ الكَلامِ خَطيرِ
Borne by inspirations made permssible,
Each sweet, measured utterance.
غائِصاتٌ عَلى بَدائِعَ يُزرينَ
بِما نالَ غائِصٌ في البُحورِ
Divers seeking out wonders they harvest
As a diver gains in the depths of the seas.
فَكَأَنّي وَقَد تَمَتّعتُ مِنها
جالِسٌ بَينَ رَوضَةٍ وَغَديرٍ
So it's as if, having savored it, I sit
Between a garden and pond.
كَم تَذَكّرتُ عِندَها مِن عُهُودٍ
لِلتَلاقي وَظِلِّ عَيشٍ نَضيرِ
How many covenants it reminds me of -
For meeting and days of bliss alike!
فَذَممتُ الزَمانَ إِذ ضَنَّ عَنّا
بِاِجتِماعٍ يَضُّمُ شَملَ السُرورِ
I blame time, having denied us
A gathering that brings joy together.
وَحَقيقٌ بِذَمِّهِ مَن رَماهُ
مِن أَخلّائِهِ بِنَأيِ شطورِ
And rightly blamed by one it threw
From its intimates, so distant.
وَخُصوصاً في عَينِهم وَعَديمِ ال
شَكلِ مِن بَينِهم أَبي مَنصورِ
Especially in their eyes devoid
Of any doubt, my father Mansur.
مَن جَنى وُدّه كَأريٍ مَشورٍ
وَثَنى لَفظه كَلَفظِ بَشيرِ
He whose affection is that of a gentle companion,
Whose words are those of a joyful herald -
هُوَ زَينُ الأَدآبِ تَفتَرُّ مِنهُ
عَن سِراجِ العُيونِ مِلءَ الصُدورِ
He is the adornment of manners, shedding
From the lantern of eyes the fullness of breasts.
وَلَئن راعَنا الزَمانُ بِبَينٍ
أُلبِسَ الأُنسُ ذلّةَ المَهجُورِ
And if time has slighted us with separation,
Familiarity donned the garb of the abandoned.
فَعَسى اللَهُ أَن يُعيدَ اِجتِماعاً
في أَمانٍ وَغِبطَةٍ وَسُرورِ
May God restore a gathering
Of safety, delight and joy.
إِنَّهُ قادِرٌ عَلى رَدِّ ما فا
تَ وَتَيسيرِ كُلِّ أَمرٍ عَسيرِ
He has power to restore what is lost
And facilitate each arduous matter.
