بانَ الخَليطُ وَرُفِّعَ الخِرقُ
فَفُؤادُهُ في الحَيِّ مُعتَلِقُ
The mixture has clarified and the sieve raised,
So his heart clung to the living.
مَنَعوا طَلاقَهُمُ وَنائِلُهُم
يَومَ الفِراقِ وَرَهنُهُم غَلَقُ
They prevented their divorce and their goal,
The day they parted, and their pledge was locked.
قَطَعوا المَزاهِرَ وَاِستَتَبَّ بِهِم
يَومَ الرَحيلِ لِلَعلَعٍ طُرُقُ
They cut off the flowers, and they were confined by them
The day of departure to Al 'Alaq ways.
تَرعى رِياضَ الأَخرَمَينِ لَهُم
فيها مَوارِدُ ماؤُها غَدَقُ
It grazes the meadows of Al Akhramayn for them
In it are abundant watering places for it.
بِكَثيبِ حَربَةَ أَو بِحَومَلَ أَو
مِن دونِهِ مِن عالِجٍ بُرَقُ
With the sand dune of Harbah or Hawmal
Or less than it, from a healer lightning.
تامَت فُؤادَكَ إِذ لَهُ عَرَضَت
حَسَنٌ بِرَأيِ العَينِ ما تَمِقُ
Your heart was fulfilled when it was presented to you
Good in the eye's view, however it turns.
بانَت وَصَدعٌ في الفُؤادِ بِها
صَدعُ الزُجاجَةِ لَيسَ يَتَّفِقُ
It became clear and a crack in the heart because of it
The crack of the glass jar does not match.
وَكَأَنَّ غِزلانَ الصَرائِمِ إِذ
مَتَعَ النَهارُ وَأَرشَقَ الحَدَقُ
It is as if the gazelles of meadows when
The day shone and the eyelids shone.
وَمَهاً يَرِفُّ كَأَنَّهُ بَرَدٌ
نَزَلَ السَحابَةِ ماؤُهُ يَدِقُ
And fog that flows as if it is cold
Its water dripped from the cloud and flows.
عانِيَّةٌ صِرفٌ مُعَتَّقَةٌ
يَسعى بِها ذو تومَةٍ لَبِقُ
A she-camel, excellent lineage, socialized
A man with a blaze hurries with it.
يا اِبنَ الَّذي دانَت لِعِزِّهِمُ
بَذَخُ المُلوكِ وَدانَتِ السُوَقُ
O son of those who their glory humbled
The pomp of kings and markets bowed.
بَحرٌ مِنَ المَدّادِ ذو حَدَبٍ
سَهلُ الخَليفَةِ ما بِهِ غَلَقُ
A sea of ink, humpbacked
The Caliph's plain, nothing locks it.
وَأَغَرُّ تُقصِرُ دونَ غايَتِهِ
غُرُّ السَوابِقِ حينَ تَستَبِقُ
The proudest fails short of its goal
When the forerunners compete and outdo.
قَبلَ اِمرِئِ تُرجى فَواضِلُهُ
قَد نالَني مِن باعِهِ طَلَقُ
Before the man whose merits are hoped for
His sale has gotten me what I want from him.
قَد نالَني مِنهُ عَلى عَوَزٍ
مِثلُ النَخيلِ صِغارُها السُحُقُ
His sale has gotten me from him in need
Like the palm trees, their smallest ones plucked.
غُلُبُ العُذوقِ عَلى كَوافِرِهِ
مُتَلَفِّعٌ بِالليفِ مُنتَطِقُ
The bunches' mastery over their palms
Wearing the fibers speaking fluently.
وَلَها إِذا لَحِقَت ثَمائِلُها
جَوزٌ أَعَمُّ وَمَشفَرٌ خَفِقُ
And when its dangling bunches joined it
A common walnut and a soft pistachio.
مَن لَيسَ فيهِ حينَ تَسأَلُهُ
بَخَلٌ وَلا في صَفوِهِ رَنَقُ
One who has no stinginess when you ask him
Nor finickiness in his elite.
وَلَأَنتَ أَشجَعُ مِن أُسامَةَ إِذ
شُدَّ المَناطِقُ تَحتَها الحَلَقُ
And you are braver than Usamah when
The loins are girded under them the throat.
وَتَنازَلوا شُعثاً مَقادِمُهُم
مُتَوَسِّمينَ وَبَينَهُم حَنَقُ
And they approached unkempt, their arrivals
Branded, and between them there is hatred.
حَمَلوا السُيوفَ عَلى عَواتِقِهِم
وَعَلى الأَكُفِّ وَبَينَهُم عَلَقُ
They carried the swords on their shoulders
And on the palms, and between them chains.
وَتَزورُ أَرضَهُمُ بِذي لَجَبٍ
قَصدَ العَشِيِّ غُبوقُهُ المَرَقُ
You visit their land with someone shaggy
Headed for the evening, his darkness dyeing.
كَغَماغِمِ الثيرانِ بَينَهُمُ
ضَربٌ تُغَمَّضُ دونَهُ الحَدَقُ
Like the roaring of bulls between them
A blow you squint your eyes from beneath it.
