يَطوفُ العُفاةُ بِأَبوابِهِ
كَطَوفِ الحَجيجِ بِبَيتِ الحَرَم
The barefoot ones circle around his doors
Like the circling of pilgrims around the Sacred House
أَبى طَلَلٌ بِالجِزعِ أَن يَتَكَلَّما
وَماذا عَلَيهِ لَو أَجابَ مُتَيَّما
Talal refused to speak out of sadness
Why should he care if he were to answer gloomily?
وَبِالفِرعِ آثارٌ بَقينَ وَباللِوى
مَلاعِبُ لا يُعرَفنَ إِلاّ تَوَهُّما
And on the branch are traces that remain
Games that cannot be known except in imagination
إِذا ما غَضِبنا غَضبَةً مُضَرِيَّةً
هَتَكنا حِجابَ الشَمسِ أَو تُمطِرَ الدَما
When we get angry with a hurtful anger
We tear away the veil of the sun or rain blood
إِذا ما أَعَرنا سَيِّداً مِن قَبيلَةٍ
ذُرى مِنبَرٍ صَلّى عَلَينا وَسَلَّما
Whenever we honor a chief of a tribe
A progeny of a pulpit who prayed for us and bid farewell
وَإِنّا لَقَومٌ ما تَزالُ جِيادُنا
تُساوِرُ مَلكاً أَو تُناهِبُ مَغنَما
We are a people whose steeds still
Accompany a king or seize war booty
خَلَقنا سَماءً فَوقَنا بِنُجومِها
سُيوفاً وَنَقعاً يَقبِضُ الطَرفَ أَقنَما
We created a sky above us with its stars
Swords and spears that make the glance close painfully
وَمَحبِسِ يَومٍ جَرَّتِ الحَربُ ضَنكَهُ
دَنا ظِلُّهُ وَاِحمَرَّ حَتّى تَحَمَّما
And the prison of a day whose hardship the war dragged out
Its shadow drew near and reddened until it took on heat
تَفَوَّقتُ أَخلافَ الصِبا وَتَقَدَّمَت
هُمومِيَ حَتّى لَم أَجِد مُتَقَدَّما
I surpassed the progeny of youth and my worries advanced
Until I could find no one more advanced
فَهَذا أَوانَ اِستَحيَتِ النَفسُ وَاِرعَوى
لِداتي وَراجَعتُ الَّذي كانَ أَقوَما
So this is the time when the soul felt shame and trembled
For my audacity, and I returned to what was more upright
وَيَومٍ كَتَنّورِ الإِماءِ سَجَرنَهُ
وَأَوقَدنَ فيهِ الجَزلَ حَتّى تَضَرَّما
And a day like the oven of slave girls they kindled
And in it they lit the embers until it reddened
رَمَيتُ بِنَفسي في أَجيجِ سَمومِهِ
وَبِالعيسِ حَتّى بَضَّ مِنخَرُها دَما
I flung myself into the tumult of its poisons
And with the molten iron until its vein burst blood