بَرَقتَ بِالوَعدِ في دُجى أَمَلي

وَالغَيثُ لا يُقتَضى إِذا بَرَقا

You flashed with promise in the gloom of my hope,

Yet rain is not owed when lightning flashes.

حاشاكَ أَن أَقتَضيكَ مَنقَبَةً

تَسلُكُ مِنها إِلى العُلى طُرُقا

Far be it from me to demand you

Take a path that leads on high from it.

فَاِنهَض لَها إِنَّها الغُلامُ تَجِد

حَبلاً ضَنيناً بِكَفِّ مَن عَلِقا

So rise for it - it is a boy who finds

A rope, well-twisted, in the grip of one who tied.

وَكَم صَريخٍ نَهَضتَ تَنصُرُهُ

وَالطَعنُ يَستَرعِفُ القَنا عَلَقا

And how many a cry you rose to defend,

While the stab makes the spear timid and attached.

تَرعِ العِدا عَن جَوانِبي بِيَدٍ

يَروعُ فيها النُضارُ وَالوَرَقا

Repel the foe from my flanks with a hand

In which the delicate and leaves tremble.