أبا مَنْ فضْلُهُ غِبْطَهْ
ويا مَنْ هَجْرُهُ سخْطَهْ
O he whose merit is pride
And whose abandonment is wrath
ومَنْ ليس لغيري من
هُ لو مات ولا نُقْطَه
For none other than I, if he were to die
There would not be a drop left
أرى قلبيَ في حُبِّ
كَ محمولاً على خُطَّه
I see my heart in love of you
Carried on its course
أراني وقَعَتْ عينا
ي مِنْ عَيْنِكَ في ورْطَه
I see myself having fallen, my eyes
Have fallen into your eyes' predicament
فكم لي ثَمَّ كم لي في
بحارِ الحبِّ من غَطَّه
So how many, how many do I have in
The seas of love as burdens
فيا واسطةَ العقدِ
إذا ما ضحكتْ وسْطَه
O clasp of the necklace
When its middle laughs
ويا درَّةَ تاجِ عيبُها
في أنها لُقْطَه
And o pearl whose only flaw
Is that it is found by chance
ويا جاريةً تغني
عن الحنَّاءِ والمشْطَه
And o slave girl who sings
Without henna or comb
ويا رامُشْنةً مَغْمو
سةً في الطِّيبِ مُنْغَطَّه
And o gazelle musked
In perfume, soaked
لقد أصبحتَ شِنْفَ الحُسْ
نِ في العالمِ بل قُرْطَهْ
You have become the fawn's lip
In the world, nay an earring
فأما الوجهُ فالشمسُ
منَ الأفلاكِ مُنحَطَّه
As for the face, it is the sun
Lowered from the orbits
وأما الجسمُ فالعاجُ
يحاكي خَرْطُهُ خَرْطَه
And as for the body, it is ivory
Whose engraving mimics engraving
وذاك الجيدُ للظبي
وذاك الصدرُ للبطَّه
That forelock is for the gazelle
And that chest is for the duck
وما المسك سوى تلك ال
طرار الجعدةِ القَطَّه
Musk is none other than
The soft curly sideburns
وما الكافورُ إلا كفُّ
كَ الناعمةُ السَّبْطه
Camphor is none other than
Your delicate palms
تَشَكَّى الوردُ خَدَّيْك
وشقَّ منهما مِرْطَه
The roses complained of your cheeks
And split into pieces from them
وغارَ السِّمط من ثغرٍ
كَ لما أن رأى سِمْطَه
And the anemones were jealous of a mouth
When they saw its beauty
فما للعاذِل السَّلْطِ
وللعاذلةِ السَّلْطَه
So what is the matter of the critic
And the matter of this criticism
نعم ما شأن ذا اللطِّ
وشأنُ هذه اللَّطه
When I am fired up to a passionate one
And his passion
متى انقدتُّ لمشتطٍّ
على الصبِّ ومشتطَّه
Did I not let loose my reins
Wherever a bald man lets loose his comb
ألم أُلْقِ عناني حَيْ
ثُ أَلقى أَصْلَعٌ مُشْطَه
So my heart will never unravel
From this predicament
فلن ينحلَّ قلبي أَ
بداً من هذه الوَرطَه
And I will not be released from my imprisonment
While your eyes are on their guard
ولن أُطلَقَ من حَبسي
وعيناكَ على الشُّرْطَه
Grant it the police of the blind man
For every police there is control
وهبها ضَبطَةَ الأعمى
لكلِّ ضبطةٍ ضَبطَه
People draw near until
The coin has become like carob
تداني الناسُ حتى صا
رتِ التَّلْعَةُ كالهَبْطَه
And we battled an age resembling
Its lilies are botanical decoration
وكافحنا زماناً مش
بهاً زنبقُهُ نَفْطَه
Why, when its return sheltered us
Did it not shelter us a bit
فهلاَّ إِذْ حمانا عَوْ
دَهُ لم يحمنا قِسْطَه
So why do I flail confusion
With my palm, no matter the flail
فما لي أخبطُ الشَّوْ
كَ بكفِّي أيَّما خَبْطه
And praise without attainment
Is like contracts without conditions
وتقريظٌ بلا نيلٍ
مواجيرٌ بلا شرطَه
So leave people who equal
When appraised, an armpit
فدعْ قوماً يساوون
إذا ما قُوِّموا مَطَّه
And do not heed one whose honor
Equals his honor, a forearm
ولا تحفلْ بذي عِرْضٍ
يساوي عِرْضُهُ إِبطَه
Join the course of glory
I ransom you from that course
وصلْ خُطَّةَ مجدٍ أ
نا أفدي تلكَ منْ خُطَّه
It is the course that when it existed
Was determined to benevolence
هي الخطَّةُ مذ كانت
على الإِحسانِ مختطّه
We diverged from a pure divergence
More diverging than divergence
شَحطنا عن نظيفٍ شح
طةً أطْوَلَ ما شَحْطَهْ
It is the sea which no swimmer
Can match its shore
هيَ البحرُ الذي ليس
يُداني سابحٌ شَطَّه
A boy who was not given the like
Of what he was given, would not be given to him
فتى لم يُعطَ خلْقٌ مث
ل ما أُعطيَ لم يُعطَه
Qualities that resemble each other
Like the leopard and little leopard
سجايا يتشابهن
كالنُّمرةِ والرُّقْطه
He who has God as his master
Will see the fairness of the Most High as his fairness
ومَن مولاهُ مولاهُ
يرى قسط العلى قسطه
So whoever we counted of peoples
We counted his peoples
فمن عدّ من الأقوا
م رهطاً عدَّنا رهطه
As for my praise of another, it is mistake
Let alone from mistake
أما مَدحي سواهُ غَلْ
طةٌ ناهيكَ منْ غَلْطَه
And ignorance that left
The palm tree for the sneeze and fever
وجهلٌ تركيَ النخْلَ
ةَ للأثلةِ والخمطه
Carry me, O lad of power
And clenching and extending
أَقلني يا فتى السطو
ةِ والقبضةِ والبَسْطَه
Carry me, for it is slipping
And stumbling and falling
أَقِلْني فَهيَ الزلَّ
ةُ والعَثرةُ والسَّقطَه
My entry into the door of whom you love
Is like the entry of one who has lowered himself
دخولي بابَ مَنْ تهوى
دخولُ قائلٍ حِطَّه
For had I not been sincere in praising you
I would not have been free of nonsense
فلو لم أَخْلُ من مَدْحِ
كَ لم أخْلُ من الحِنطَه