نَطَقَ اللِسانُ عَنِ الضَميرِ
وَالبِشرُ عُنوانُ البَشيرِ
The tongue spoke from the conscience,
And people are signs of the good tidings.
الأَنَ أَعفَيتَ القُلو
بَ مِنَ التَقَلقُلِ وَالنُفورِ
Now you have relieved the hearts,
From anxiety and alienation.
وَاِنجابَتِ الظُلماءُ عَن
وَضَحِ الصَباحِ المُستَنيرِ
The dark nights have given birth to,
The dawn of the bright morning.
ما طالَ يَومُ مُلَثَّمٍ
إِلّا اِستَراحَ إِلى السُفورِ
No gloomy day remained long,
Except it rested in declination.
خَبَرٌ تَشَبَّثَ بِالمَسا
مِعِ عَن فَمِ المَلِكِ الخَطيرِ
News clung to destinies,
From the mouth of the fateful king.
وَأَذَلَّ أَعناقَ العِدى
ذُلَّ المَطِيَّةِ لِلجَريرِ
And it humiliated the necks of enemies,
The humiliation of the led camel.
يَسمو بِهِ قَولُ الخَطي
بِ وَتَستَطيلُ يَدُ المُشيرِ
It is elevated by the words of the orator,
And the hand of the gesture elongates.
وَضَمائِرُ الأَعداءِ تَق
ذِفُ بِالحَنينِ عَلى الزَفيرِ
And the consciences of enemies
Cast with yearning unto sighing.
وَسَوابِقُ العَبَراتِ تَر
كُضُ في السَوالِفِ وَالنُحورِ
And the foremost outbursts
Roll in conversations and slain.
تَفدي ضَميرَكَ في النَوا
ئِبِ غَيرَ فَضفاضِ الضَميرِ
Your conscience redeems itself during hardships,
Unlike the flabby conscience.
مُتَحَيِّرٌ عِندَ النَوا
ئِبِ مُستَريبٌ بِالأُمورِ
Perplexed during hardships and doubtful about matters,
Some are intent on His blessings and some radiate with coquetry.
غَرِضٌ بِنِعمَتِهِ وَبَع
ضُ القَومِ يَشرَقُ بِالنَميرِ
Deceived by the world while your love,
Is not seduced by vanity.
يَغتَرُّ بِالدُنيا وَحَب
لُكَ لا يُدَلّى بِالغُرورِ
The one smeared with blood is equated,
To the one dressed in perfume.
حَسِبَ المُضَمَّخَ بِالدِما
ءِ كَمَن تَغَلَّفَ بِالعَبيرِ
You are unlike the train that,
The hottest coals pass through it.
وَلَأَنتَ مِثلُ القُرُّ يَع
صِفُ مِنهُ بِالشِعرى العَبورِ
You were the breeze that blew upon it,
So it diminished from the heat of embers.
كُنتَ النَسيمَ جَرى عَلَي
هِ فَغَضَّ مِن نارِ الحَرورِ
Hasty laden with the love of life,
On a miserable back.
عَجلانَ يَحمِلُ مَغرَمَ ال
دُنيا عَلى ظَهرٍ حَسيرِ
Transgressing without cause,
Such is the nature of the disobedient dog.
يَسطو بِلا سَبَبٍ وَتِل
كَ طَبيعَةُ الكَلبِ العَقورِ
You are crowned with virtues,
During the closure of breaches.
أَنتَ المُكَلَّلُ بِالمَنا
قِبِ عِندَ إيماضِ الثُغورِ
In the company of the white desert,
Or between residences and palaces.
في رِفقَةِ البَيداءِ أَو
بَينَ المَنازِلِ وَالقُصورِ
You have changed the colors of spearheads,
And the elegance of the white stallions.
غَيَّرتَ أَلوانَ الرَما
حِ وَرَونَقَ البيضِ الذُكورِ
And you have turned away the grazing gazelles,
Prancing in abundant underwood.
وَرَدَدتَ أَعطافَ الظُبى
تَختالُ في العَلَقِ الغَزيرِ
With she-camels like ostriches,
And youths like hawks.
بِضَوامِرٍ مِثلِ النُسو
رِ وَغِلمَةٍ مِثلِ الصُقورِ
And a family from Hashim,
Who betrayed the chaste ladies.
وَبِأُسرَةٍ مِن هاشِمٍ
غَدَروا بِرَبّاتِ الخُدورِ
Brown sheep and white-bellied mares,
Not curls or forelocks.
سُمرِ التَرائِبِ وَالطُلى
بيضِ العَوارِضِ لا الشُعورِ
Seeking help against remoteness,
And helping during attendance.
مُستَنجِدونَ عَلى البِعا
دِ وَمُنجِدونَ عَلى الحُضورِ
Preventing harm,
And saving from times.
المانِعونَ مِنَ الأَذى
وَالمُنقِذونَ مِنَ الدُهورِ
For them is speech, and indeed,
The lion has the roars of might.
لَهُمُ الكَلامُ وَإِنَّما
لِلأُسدِ صَولاتُ الزَئيرِ
The growling is different even if,
The arrows are from the same quiver.
النَجرُ مُختَلِفٌ وَإِن
كانَ النِبالُ مِنَ الجَفيرِ
Among people there is no pure one,
And the free man has no peer.
في الناسِ غَيرُ مُطَهَّرٍ
وَالحُرُّ مَعدومُ النَظيرِ
The progeny corrupted some of it,
Not every water is for purification.
وَالنَسلُ يَخبُثُ بَعضُهُ
ما كُلُّ ماءٍ لِلطَهورِ
For you without the honor of men,
Is the zeal of the jealous man.
لَكَ دونَ أَعراضِ الرِجا
لِ حَميَّةُ الرَجُلِ الغَيورِ
And for the water of your palm during famines,
Is the fertility of the rainy year.
وَلِماءِ كَفِّكَ في المُحو
لِ طَلاقَةُ العامِ المَطيرِ
What is between the blessing of a seeker among us,
And the supplication of one seeking refuge.
ما بَينَ نِعمَةِ طالِبٍ
فينا وَدَعوَةِ مُستَجيرِ
Honor is from the entourage of wealth,
And humiliation more befitting of the poor.
العِزُّ مِن شِيَعِ الغِنى
وَالذُلُّ أَولى بِالفَقيرِ
And sometimes the wealthy are granted,
The Lord of the staff and the camel.
وَلَرُبَّما رُزِقَ الغِنى
رَبُّ الشُوَيهَةِ وَالبَعيرِ
Misfortunes blew your haters,
From an emir or minister.
عَصَفَت بِمُبغِضِكَ النَوا
ئِبُ مِن أَميرٍ أَو وَزيرِ
When he wanted to take you away,
He became of the gifts of graves.
لَمّا أَرادَ بِكَ المَنِي
يَةَ صارَ مِن تُحَفِ القُبورِ
The hand of fate pulled him,
Into the abode of vipers.
جَذَبَتهُ في شَطَنِ المَنو
نِ يَدُ النَآدِ العَنقَفيرِ
And days clarified him,
In the shade of bliss unto departure.
وَضَحَت بِهِ الأَيّامُ في
ظِلِّ النَعيمِ إِلى الهَجيرِ
Moaning under calamities,
The moan of the wretched camel.
مُتَأَوِّهاً تَحتَ الخُطوبِ
تَأَوُّهَ الجَمَلِ العَقيرِ
The world toyed with you and your naming,
In the mouth of the rushing torrent.
لَعِبَت بِكَ الدُنيا وَسَع
يُكَ في فَمِ الجَدِّ العَثورِ
And the wind plays with braids,
While it stabs into chests.
وَالريحُ تَلعَبُ بِالذَوا
بِلِ وَهيَ تَطعَنُ في الصُدورِ
None wore wool garments,
Except he who wore the coarse.
ما اِلتَذَّ لُبسَ الصوفِ إِل
لا مَن تَعَمَّمَ بِالقَتيرِ
With protruding cheeks, shaven beards,
And braided tresses.
مُتَخَدِّدُ الخَدَينِ مُغ
بَرُّ الذَوائِبِ وَالضُفورِ
Dignified due to his shyness,
While the eyelids are described with languor.
سامٍ بِفَضلِ حَيائِهِ
وَالطَرفُ يوصَفُ بِالفُتورِ
Dignity restrained his ambitions,
And old age is more controlling of the captive.
أَسَرَ الوَقارُ طِماحَهُ
وَالقِدُّ أَملَكُ بِالأَسيرِ
After the backs bent,
He does not refrain from the journey.
مِن بَعدِ ما صَهِبَ الرَكا
ئِبَ لا يَعِفُّ عَنِ المَسيرِ
A callow youth looking at his face,
In the cheek of the famous sword.
جَذلانَ يَنظُرُ وَجهَهُ
في عارِضِ العَضبِ الشَهيرِ
Strutting like a torrent,
Assaulting rivulets and rocks.
مُتَغَطرِفاً كَالسَيلِ يَب
طُشُ بِالجَنادِلِ وَالصُخورِ
We the sons of the world are destined,
By nights and months.
إِنّا بَني الدُنيا نُعَدَّ
لُ بِاللَيالي وَالشُهورِ
We entrusted ourselves and does a child live,
Without a wet nurse's breast?
كَفَلَت بِأَنفُسِنا وَهَل
طِفلٌ يَعيشُ بِغَيرِ ظيرِ
We are the feats from sorrows,
And the progeny from seas.
نَحنُ الشُبولُ مِنَ الضَرا
غِمِ وَالنِطافُ مِنَ البُحورِ
And when one of noble ancestry pridefully claims,
He traces lineage to stars.
وَإِذا عَزانا ناسِبٌ
نَسَبَ الشُموسَ إِلى البُدورِ
Bliss betrayed us while its loyalty was,
The day of the pond.
غَدَرَ السُرورُ بِنا وَكا
نَ وَفاؤُهُ يَومَ الغَديرِ
A day revolved around the successor,
And he was titled the prince.
يَومٌ أَطافَ بِهِ الوَصِي
يُ وَقَد تَلَقَّبَ بِالأَميرِ
So it shone therein, and the rose of passion returned,
To the water-carrier.
فَتَسَلَّ فيهِ وَرُدَّ عا
رِيَةَ الغَرامِ إِلى المُعيرِ
And it took the lifetimes of sorrows,
With the length of lifetimes of bliss.
وَاِبتَزَّ أَعمارَ الهُمو
مِ بِطولِ أَعمارِ السُرورِ
So who other than your heart replaces,
His worries with drops of wine?
فَلَغَيرُ قَلبِكَ مَن يُعَد
دِلُ هَمَّهُ نُطَفُ الخُمورِ
Do not be content with the little,
Of much during requests.
لا تَقنَعَن عِندَ المَطا
لِبِ بِالقَليلِ مِنَ الكَثيرِ
So ambitions recoil,
Like the recoiling of the injured snake.
فَتَبَرُّضُ الأَطماعِ مِث
لُ تَبَرُّضِ الثَمَد الجَرورِ
This is the time of prolonged needs,
And the short hope.
هَذا أَوانُ تَطاوُلِ ال
حاجاتِ وَالأَمَلِ القَصيرِ
So allow us from your comfort,
Without little or stinginess.
فَاِنفَح لَنا مِن راحَتَي
كَ بِلا القَليلِ وَلا النَزورِ
You should not be driven,
To the staff while you are in the overflowing udder.
لا تُحوَجَنَّ إِلى العِصا
بِ وَأَنتَ في الضَرعِ الدَرورِ
The impacts of your gratitude are in my mouth,
And the signs of your affection are in my conscience.
آثارُ شُكرِكَ في فَمي
وَسِماتُ وُدِّكَ في ضَميري
A chaste poem like,
The radiance of the blossoming meadow.
وَقَصيدَةٍ عَذراءَ مِثلِ
لِ تَأَلُّقِ الرَوضِ النَضيرِ
It rejoiced in its gentle owner,
The rejoice of the red camel in the pond.
فَرِحَت بِمالِكِ رِقِّها
فَرَحَ الخَميلَةِ بِالغَديرِ
And it is as if in its stringing,
Farazdaq or Jarir composes.
وَكَأَنَّهُ في رَصفِها
جارُ الفَرَزدَقِ أَو جَريرِ
And it is as if in its beauty,
It is between Khawarnaq and Sadir.
وَكَأَنَّهُ في حُسنِها
بَينَ الخَوَرنَقِ وَالسَديرِ
