بَناتِ المَهاري الصُهبِ كُلِّ نَجيبَةٍ

جُمالِيَّةٍ تَبري لِأَعيَسَ راجِفِ

The daughters of the skillful dancers, each noble

Beautiful that brings joy to one struck with passion

يَظَلُّ الحَصى مِن وَقعِهِنَّ كَأَنَّما

تَرامى بِهِ أَيدي الأَكُفِّ الحَواذِفِ

The pebbles remain from their footsteps as if

Thrown by hands waving veils back and forth

إِذا رَكِبَت دَوِّيَّةً مُدلَهِمَّةً

وَصَوَّتَ حاديها لَها بِالصَفاصِفِ

When she rides a mare galloping

And her guide calls to her with whistles

تَغالَينَ كَالجِنّانِ حَتّى تَنوطَهُ

سُراها وَمَشيُ الراسِمِ المُتَقاذِفِ

They race like jinn until she stops it

Her saddle blanket and the gait of one throwing spears

عِتاقٌ تَغَشَّتها السُرى كُلَّ لَيلَةٍ

وَرُكبانُها كَالمَهمَهِ المُتَجانِفِ

Slaves whom the breasts cover each night

And their riders like rumbling waves

كَأَنَّ عَصيرِ الزَيتِ مِمّا تَكَلَّفَت

تَحَلَّبَ مِن أَعناقِها وَالسَوالِفِ

As if the oil's extract from their necks

Poured out and the hanging braids

عَوامِدُ لِلعَبّاسِ لَم تَرضَ دونَهُ

بِقَومٍ وَإِن كانوا حِسانَ المَطارِفِ

Pillars for Al-‘Abbas would not suffice

Even if they were the best spear-throwers

لِتَسمَعَ مِن قَولي ثَناءً وَمِدحَةً

وَتَحمِلُ قَولي يا اِبنَ خَيرِ الخَلائِفِ

So you may hear praise and eulogy from my words

And carry my words, O son of the best caliphs

وَكَم مِن كَريمٍ يَشتَكي ضَعفَ عَظمِهِ

أَقَمتَ لَهُ ما يَشتَكي بِالسَقائِفِ

And how many generous ones complain of frail bones

You established for them what they complain with supporters

وَآمَنتَهُ مِمّا يَخافُ إِذا أَوى

إِلَيكَ فَأَمسى آمِناً غَيرَ خائِفِ

And secured them from what they fear when they take refuge

In you, so they become safe, no longer afraid

وَأَنتَ غِياثُ المُمحِلينَ إِذا شَتَوا

وَنورُ هُدىً يا اِبنَ المُلوكِ الغَطارِفِ

You are relief for the displaced when they wander

And guiding light, O son of munificent kings

ثَنائي عَلى العَبّاسِ أَكرَمِ مَن مَشى

إِذا رَكِبوا ثُمَّ اِلتَقوا بِالمَواقِفِ

My praises of Al-‘Abbas, most generous of those who walk

When they rode and then met at the stopping places

تَراهُم إِذا لاقاهُمُ يَومَ مَشهَدٍ

يَغُضّونَ أَطرافَ العُيونِ الطَوارِفِ

You see them when they face him on a field day

Lowering their eyelids’ edges that glance

وَلَو ناهَزوهُ المَجدَ أَربى عَلَيهِمُ

بِخَيرَ سُقاةٍ تَعلَمونَ وَغارِفِ

Had they surpassed him in glory, it would be too little for them

With the best water-bearers you know and overflowing

وَتَعلو بُحورَ العالَمينَ بُحورُهُم

بِفِعلٍ عَلى فِعلِ البَرِيَّةِ ضاعِفِ

And their seas rise above the seas of all creatures

With a deed atop the deeds of creation twofold

وَما وَلَدَت أُنثى مِنَ الناسِ مِثلَهُ

وَلا لَفَّهُ أَظآرُهُ في اللَفائِفِ

No female born of mankind is like him

Nor has any wrapped him in winding cloths