كَم لِلمُلاءَةِ مِن طَيفٍ يُؤَرِّقُني

وَقَد تَجَرثَمَ هادي اللَيلِ وَاِعتَكَرا

How much unrest does the night visitor cause me,

As the guide of the night stumbles and gets lost.

وَقَد أُكَلِّفُ هَمّي كُلَّ ناجِيَةٍ

قَد غادَرَ النَصُّ في أَبصارِها سَدَرا

My worries task me to address every companion,

While vigor has left their eyes barren and desolate.

كَأَنَّها بَعدَما اِنضَمَّت ثَمائِلُها

بِرَأسِ بَينَةَ فَردٌ أَخطَأَ البَقَرا

As if after her idols assembled,

With the chief of clarity, a horseman missed his target.

حَتّى تُناخَ إِلى جَزلٍ مَواهِبُهُ

ما زالَ مِن راحَتَيهِ الخَيرُ مُبتَدَرا

Until his generous virtues bow down,

Goodness still flows readily from his palms.

قَرمٌ يُبارى شَماطيطُ الرِياحُ بِهِ

حَتّى تَقَطَّعَ أَنفاساً وَما فَتَرا

An old man who competes with the gusts of wind,

Until his breath is severed and does not relent.

وَما بِجودِ أَبي الأَشبالِ مِن شَبَهٍ

إِلّا السَحابُ وَإِلّا البَحرُ إِذ زَخَرا

And in the generosity of my father of lion cubs, there is no resemblance

Except for the clouds and except for the sea when it is abundant.

كِلتا يَدَيهِ يَمينٌ غَيرُ مُخلِفَةٍ

تُزجي المَنايا وَتَسقي المُجدَبَ المَطَرا

Both his hands are bountiful, unfailing,

Bestowing triumphs and watering the barren rain.