بَينَما كانَ فَتى المُستَقبَل
سائِراً بَينَ غياضِ الجَبلِ
While the youth of the future
Was walking among the mountain groves
بَدَرَت من مُقلَتَيهِ لَفتَةٌ
فَرَأى وَجهَ غَزالٍ مُقبِل
A glance slipped from his eyelids
And he saw the face of an approaching gazelle
هُو ظَبيٌ يَتَثَنّى باسِماً
بَينَ زَهرٍ باسِمٍ لِلطَلَلِ
It is a gazelle bending gracefully
Amid blossoming, fragrant lilies
ذاكَ ظَبيُ العزِّ في المُستَقبَلِ
يَتَراءى قادِماً في عَجَلِ
That gazelle of glory in the future
Appearing in haste
سَكب الفَجرُ عَلَيهِ كَأسَه
وَسَقاهُ من رَحيقٍ سَلسَلِ
Dawn poured its cup over him
And gave him to drink from cascading nectar
بَينَ عَينَيهِ تَراءى هَيكَلٌ
سَجد الحسنُ بِذاكَ الهَيكَلِ
Between his eyes appeared a temple
Beauty prostrated before that temple
أَرسلَ الشِعرُ إِلَيهِ راهِباً
فَغَدا مُحتَفِلاً بِالمرسَلِ
Poetry sent him a monk
Who began celebrating the sent one
ثغرُهُ قارورَةٌ من عَسَلٍ
مَزجت مرشفَه بِالعَسَلِ
His mouth is a jar of honey
That blended its drink with honey
وَلهُ في وُجنَتَيهِ آيَةٌ
هَبط السِحرُ عَلَيها من عَلِ
And in his cheeks there is a sign
Magic descended upon it from above
عِندَها هاروتُ أَلقى طرفَه
صاح من وَهلَتِهِ وَآخجلي
At which Harut cast his glance
And cried out from his swoon and madness
وَاِنثَنى من وجهِه مُستَعجِلاً
راغِباً في مَشيةِ المُستَعجل
And turned away from his face in haste
Eager for the walk of the hasty
أَقبلَ الظبيُ عَلى ذاكَ الفَتى
مُستَرِقّاً فيهِ قَلبَ الرجلِ
The gazelle approached that youth
Stealthily stealing the heart of the man
وَأراهُ مُنجلاً في يَدِهِ
قائِلاً سرُّ الهَوى في المنجلِ
And showed him a sickle in his hand
Saying the secret of love is in the sickle
إِن تَرُم تَقرن بِالمَجدِ الهوى
فَتجنَّب عادِياتِ الكَسلِ
If you seek to pair glory with love
Then avoid the slothful of pace
هوذا المُنجلُ فَاِطلُب عَملاً
إِنَّما المنجلُ رَمزُ العَمَلِ
For the sickle is the symbol of work
Join the workers in their profession
شارِكِ العُمّالَ في مِهنَتِهِم
وَاِجتَهِد في كُلِّ أَمرٍ تَصِلِ
And strive in every matter you undertake
For the workers are pillars, and if
إِنَّما العُمّالُ أَركانٌ إِذا
هَبَطَت يهبِطُ مجدُ الدوَلِ
They fall, the glory of the state falls
Then the breezes of morning blew
حينذا هبَّت نسماتُ الصَبا
مُنشداتٍ معَ لَحنِ البُلبُلِ
Singing with the melody of the nightingale
And the gazelle disappeared from him when
وَتَوارى الظَبيُ عَنهُ عِندَما
حَرَّكَت لُطفاً مياه الجدولِ
The waters of the stream stirred gently
The youth felt a love he had not
شعر الصبُّ بِحُبٍّ لم يَكُن
غير سَهمٍ من فُؤاد المُبتَلي
Other than an arrow from the heart of the afflicted
Sadness overcame him, though
غَلبَ الحُزنُ عَلَيهِ إِنَّما
لَم يَكُن يَقطَع حَبلَ الأَمَلِ
He did not cut the rope of hope
He said my eyelids must once
قالَ لا بُدَّ لِجَفني مرَّةً
أَن يَراهُ راتِعاً في مَنزِلي
See him settled in my abode
I will sacrifice all I have so
سَأُضَحّي كلَّ ما عِندي فَلا
بُدَّ لي من قَلبِهِ لا بُدَّ لي
I must have his heart, I must
Then he heard a voice saying
حينذا أَصغى لِصَوتٍ قائِلٍ
لَن تَنالَ الغايَ فَوقَ المخمَلِ
You will not attain the goal atop the velvet
If you seek to love a gazelle then be joined
إِن تَرُم تَهوى غَزالاً فَاِقتَرِن
قَبلَ هذا بِعَروسِ العَمَل
First to the bride of work