وَسارِيَةٍ لا تَمَلُّ البُكا
جَرى دَمعُها في خُدودِ الثَرى
A torch that does not tire of weeping
Whose tears flowed on the cheeks of the soil
سَرَت تَقدَحُ الصُبحَ في لَيلِها
بِبَرقٍ كَهِندِيَّةٍ تُنتَضى
Dawn crept in its night
With Indian-like flashing lightning
فَلَمّا دَنَت جَلجَلَت في السَما
ءِ رَعداً أَجَشَّ كَجَرِّ الرَحى
When it approached, it thundered in the sky
A thunder as loud as the sound of a mill
ضَمانٌ عَلَيها اِرتِداعُ اليَفا
عِ بِأَنوارِها وَاِعتِجارُ الرُبى
A guarantee upon it is the return of affection
With its lights and the consideration of loved ones
فَما زالَ مَدمَعُها باكِياً
عَلى التُربِ حَتّى اِكتَسى ما اِكتَسى
So her tearful eye did not cease crying
Over the soil until it was saturated
فَأَضحَت سَواءً وُجوهُ البِلادِ
وَجُنَّ النَباتُ بِها وَاِلتَقى
Thus the faces of the countries became equal
And vegetation gathered in it and met
وَكَأسٍ سَبَقتُ إِلى شُربِها
عَذولي كَذَوبِ عَقيقٍ جَرى
Like a cup I was first to drink
Of cool pure wine that flowed
يَسيرُ بِها غُصُنٌ ناعِمٌ
مِنَ البانِ مَغرِسَهُ في نَقا
Carried by a soft branch
Grafted from acacia in purity
إِذا شِئتَ كَلَّمَني بِالجُفو
نِ مِن مُقلَةٍ كُحِلَت في الهَوى
If you wish, speak to me with
Eyes from kohl that intoxicated with love
لَهُ شَعَرٌ مِثلُ نَسجِ الدُروعِ
وَطَرفٌ سَقيمٌ إِذا ما رَنا
It has hair like the weaving of shields
And a sick glance when it is soft
وَيَضحَكُ عَن أُقحُوانِ الرِيا
ضِ وَيَغسِلُهُ بِالعَشِيِّ النَدى
It laughs at the meadows of pleasure
And washes it with the dew of evening
وَمِصباحُنا قَمَرٌ مُشرِقٌ
كَتُرسِ اللُجَينِ يَشُقُّ الدُجى
Our lamp is a shining moon
Like the shield of warriors piercing the darkness
سَقى اللَهُ أَهلَ الحِمى وابِلاً
سَفوحاً وَقَلَّ لِأَهلِ الحِمى
God watered the people of resolve with floods
Abundantly, and said little to the people of resolve
لَئِن بانَ صَرفُ زَمانٍ بِنا
لَما زالَ يَفعَلُ ما قَد تَرى
If the passage of time leaves us
It still keeps doing what you see
وَمُهلِكَةٍ لامِعٍ آلُها
قَطَعتُ بِحَرفٍ أَمونِ الخُطا
A shining blade whose family
I severed with flawless strokes
لَها ذَنَبٌ مِثلُ خَوصِ العَسيبِ
وَأَربَعَةٌ تَرتَمي بِالحَصى
It has a tail like bending twigs
And four that cast pebbles
بَناها الرَبيعُ بِناءَ الكَثيبِ
تَسوقُ رِياحَ الهَواءِ النَقا
Built by spring like a hill
Driving the winds of air to whirl
فَما زالَ يُدئِبُها ماجِدٌ
عَلى الأَينِ حَتّى اِنطَوَت وَاِنطَوى
So it did not stop being attacked by the glorious
On the sands until it coiled and recoiled
بِأَرضٍ تَأَوَّلَ آياتِها
عَلى الظَعنِ يَخبِطُ فيها الهَوى
On a land whose signs he interpreted
Wandering upon it, desire thrashes about
صَرَعتُ المَطِيَّ لِأَرقى لَها
فَما اِعتَذَرَت بَينَها بِالوَجى
I felled the riding beast to ride it
But it did not apologize between them with an excuse
وَذي كُرَبٍ إِذ دَعاني أَجَبتُ
فَلَبَّيتُهُ مُسرِعاً إِذ دَعا
He who faced adversity called me, so I answered
I hurried when he called
بِطِرفٍ أَقَبَّ عَريضِ اللِبا
نِ ضافي السَبيبِ سَليمِ الشَظا
With a charming glance, thick of lower lid
Curing the withering, safe from disgrace
وَفِتيانِ حَربٍ يُجيبونَها
بِزُرقِ الأَسِنَّةِ فَوقَ القَنا
And warrior youths who respond to it
With the tips of their spears above the shafts
كَغابٍ تُحَرِّقُ أَطرافُهُ
عَلى لُجَّةٍ مِن حَديدٍ جَرى
Like a forest whose edges
Burn over a sheet of iron that flowed
فَكُنتُ لَهُ دونَ ما يَتَّقي
مِجَنّاً وَمَزَّقتُ عَنهُ العِدا
So I was for him, without what he feared
A shield, and I tore the enemies apart from him
أَنا اِبنُ الَّذي سائَهُم في الحَياةِ
وَسادَهُمُ بِيَ تَحتَ الثَرى
I am the son of him who guided them in life
And led them under the soil
وَما لِيَ في أَحَدٍ مَرغَبٌ
بَلى فِيَّ يَرغَبُ كُلُّ الوَرى
I desire no one
Rather, all people desire me
وَأَسهَرُ لِلمَجدِ وَالمَكرُماتِ
إِذا اِكتَحَلَت أَعيُنٌ بِالكَرى
I stay up late for glory and honors
When eyes are lined with kohl
