هَذِهِ نارُ عَبلَةٍ يا نَديمي

قَد جَلَت ظُلمَةَ الظَلامِ البَهيمِ

This is the fire of Ubla, O my boon companion

It has illuminated the darkness of the beastly gloom

تَتَلَظّى وَمِثلُها في فُؤادي

نارُ شَوقٍ تَزدادُ بِالتَضريمِ

It crackles, and likewise so does the fire of yearning in my heart

A fire of passion that grows more intense with feeding

أَضرَمَتها بَيضاءُ تَهتَزُّ كَالغُص

نِ إِذا ما اِنثَنى بِمَرِّ النَسيمِ

A white flame ignited by it sways like a bough

When it bends with the blowing of the gentle breeze

وَكَسَتهُ أَنفاسُها أَرَجَ ال

نَدِّ فَبِتنا مِن طيبِها في نَعيمِ

And its breaths have perfumed us with the

Scents of sandalwood, so we slept in bliss

كاعِبٌ ريقُها أَلَذُّ مِنَ الشَه

دِ إِذا ما زَجَتهُ بِنتُ الكُرومِ

Its sparks are more delicious than honey

When bees store it after sucking flower nectar

كُلَّما ذُقتُ بارِداً مِن لَماها

خِلتُهُ في فَمي كَنارِ الجَحيمِ

Whenever I taste something cool of its flames

I find it in my mouth like the fire of hell

سَرَقَ البَدرُ حُسنَها وَاِستَعارَت

سِحرَ أَجفانِها ظِباءُ الصَريمِ

The moon stole its beauty and borrowed

The magic of its eyelids from the blinking planets

وَغَرامي بِها غَرامٌ مُقيمٌ

وَعَذابي مِنَ الغَرامِ المُقيمِ

And my passion for it is lasting passion

And my torment from lasting passion is lasting

وَاِتِّكالي عَلى الَّذي كُلَّما أَب

صَرَ ذُلّي يَزيدُ في تَعظيمي

And my dependence is on Him who, whenever

I look at my humiliation, increases my esteem

وَمُعيني عَلى النَوائِبِ لَيثٌ

هُوَ ذُخري وَفارِجٌ لِهُمومي

And my aide against adversities is a lion

He is my stockpile and relief for my worries

مَلِكٌ تَسجُدُ المُلوكُ لِذِكرا

هُ وَتومي إِلَيهِ بِالتَفخيمِ

A King to whom kings bow down when

His name is mentioned and profess sanctity

وَإِذا سارَ سابَقَتهُ المَنايا

نَحوَ أَعداهُ قَبلَ يَومِ القُدومِ

And when He travels, death precedes Him

Towards His enemies before the Day of Arising