سَيِّدي أَنتَ لَيسَ كُل
لُ صَديقٍ بِصادِقِ
My Lord, you are not like
Every faithful friend
كَم لِسانٍ دَنا إِلَي
كَ بِقَلبٍ مُنافِقِ
How many a tongue has flattered me
With a hypocrite's heart
كَيفَ تُنمي الوَفاءَ وَالخِ
لُّ غَيرُ المُوافِقِ
How can loyalty and affection grow
Except with one who agrees
سِرتَ بِالشَوقِ وَاِلتَفَ
تَّ إِلى غَيرِ وامِقِ
You yearned with passion and inclined
Towards none but the true
مُستَريحٍ مِنَ الجَوى
كاذِبِ الوُدِّ ماذِقِ
At peace from the burning of
The lying, sweet-tasting friend
أَنتَ لا غَيرُكَ الهَوى
مِن جَميعِ الخَلائِقِ
You alone, none other, are my love
Of all creation
لا يَراني العَدوُّ إِ
لّا بِعَينِ المُسارِقِ
No enemy sees me
Except with a thief's eye
أَنا لَولاكَ ما ظَفِر
تُ بِقَلبٍ مُصادِقِ
Without you I'd not have won
A faithful heart
أَنا مَولى العِدى وَإِن
كُنتُ عَبدَ الأَصادِقِ
I am a master of generosity though
I'm a servant of the truthful
مَنزِلي لا يَزالُ يَد
نو إِلى كُلِّ طارِقِ
My abode will ever incline
Towards each knocking
بِظَلامِ الغُروبِ أَو
بِضِياءِ المَشارِقِ
In the darkness of sunset or
The glow of daybreak
وَشِفاهُ الغَمامِ تَج
لو ثُغورَ البَوارِقِ
With the clouds' lips revealing
The lightning's flashes
وَأَعُقُّ الغُرابَ بَي
نَ بَروقٍ وَفارِقِ
I startle the raven amidst
Lightning and thunder
بِظُبىً تَخلُطُ الجُزو
رَ بِضَربِ المَفارِقِ
With rain mixing hail
In swift, heavy showers
أَنا لِلجودِ مُذ خُلِق
تُ وَوَحَّدتُ خالِقي
I was created for munificence
And made one with my Creator
خُلُقي ذاكَ وَالتَخَ
لُّقُ ضِدُّ الخَلائِقِ
Such is my nature, yet contrasting
The ways of man
أُحرِزُ المالَ لِلعَطا
ءِ بِجَرِّ الفَيالِقِ
I hoard wealth but to give
With hands that split the earth
وَأَرى جَمعِيَ الثَرا
ءَ اِتِّهاماً لِرازِقي
And see my gathered riches
As blame toward my Sustainer
ما أَعَزُّ الرِجالَ لَو
قَنِعوا بِالحَقائِقِ
How honored were men if
Content with the truth
لي مِنَ الدَهرِ ما يُشَ
يِّعُني في البَوائِقِ
I have what will solace me
In direst straits
فَرَسٌ يَلحَقُ الأَيا
طِلَ مِن نَسلِ لاحِقِ
A steed overtakes the bolters
Born of the swift
وَنَحيلُ الكُعوبِ في
رَأسِهِ مِثلُ بارِقِ
Slim of ankle, his head
Like lightning's gleam
وَصَقيلُ الذُبابِ يَق
بِضُ لَحظَ المَرامِقِ
Smooth as a dragonfly, grasping
The glance of maidens' eyes
أَتَحَدّى بِهِ الرَدى
في ظُهورِ السَوابِقِ
With him I challenge fate
In the lead of racers
يَومَ قَودِ الجِيادِ خَ
طّارَةً في السَمالِقِ
The day stallions were yoked, prancing
In thrilling gallops
تَتَنَزّى رُؤوسُها
مِن جُنوبِ العَلائِقِ
Their heads aloof from
The sway of litters
أَرتَقي غايَةَ الكُهو
لِ بِسِنِّ المُراهِقِ
I ascend the peak of glory
In the prime of youth
