Claude 2

  1. يا صاحِ وَدَّعتُ الغَوانِيَ وَالصِبا

    وَسَلَكتُ غَيرَ سَبيلِهِنَّ سَبيلا

    O friend, I bid farewell to youth and vigor

    And tread a path not theirs, another way

  2. وَثَنَيتُ أَعناقَ الحَوى نَحوَ العُلى

    وَرَأَيتُ شَأوَ العاشِقينَ طَويلا

    I bend the neck of passion to higher goals

    And see the long travail of lovers in decay

  3. فَأَجَبتُ واعِظَةَ النُهى فَاِستَجمَعَت

    أَلفاظُ عَينِكَ وَاِنثَنى مَغلولا

    So heeding counsel I withdraw, though yet

    The words of your eyes keep my heart bound and chained

  4. عَهدانِ ماتا لِلأَوانِسِ وَالصِبا

    فَاِندُبهُما لا تَندُبَنَّ طَويلا

    Two covenants of yore with youth and spring

    Gone: mourn them not too long when they have waned

  5. ذَهَبا بِمَعسولِ الحَياةِ وَأَيَّسا

    مِن رَجعَةٍ وَتَعَجُّلٍ تَحويلا

    Bearing the sweet of life away, and yielding

    No hope of turning back or swift regaining

  6. بُدِّلتُ مِن لَيلِ الشَبابِ بِمَفرِقَي

    صُبحَ النُهى أَحبِب بِذاكَ بَديلا

    For night’s long revelry my guide has been

    The dawn of temperance: learn to love this gaining

  7. لَكِنَّ في قَلبي إِذا صَدَّ الرَشا

    عَنّي أَسىً يَعتادُني وَغَليلا

    But when the rain of care is from me barred

    My heart still harbors grief long known and steered

  8. وَلِرُبَّ لَيلٍ لا تَجِفُّ جُفونُهُ

    مِن دَمعَةٍ مُلقٍ عَلَيهِ سُدولا

    Full many a night my lids are tear bedewed

    With streaming anguish raining uncontrolled

  9. ماتَت كَواكِبُهُ وَأَمسى بَدرُهُ

    في الأُفقِ مُتَّهَمَ الحَياةِ عَليلا

    Their stars now dead, their moon about to wane

    Accused of living, life itself unhealed

  10. دَبَّت بِنا في غَمرَةٍ مَشمولَةٍ

    حَتّى تَوَهَّمنا الصَباحَ أَصيلا

    Lost in a gloom that wraps us fold on fold

    We think the real dawn itself unreal

  11. صَفراءُ تَحسَبُها إِذا ما صُفِّقَت

    ذَهَباً حَوَتهُ كَأسُها مَحلولا

    Which clapped turns saffron pale, and seems to hold

    Pure gold dissolved in its goblet crystal sealed

  12. أَهلاً وَسَهلاً بِالإِمامِ وَمَرحَباً

    لَو أَستَطيعُ إِلى اللِقاءِ سَبيلا

    Hail and welcome to the Imam drawing near!

    Would I could reach to meet him on his way

  13. لا يَمتَطي حِفظاً وَلا يُمسي لَهُ

    طَرَفٌ بِمِروَدِ رَقدَةٍ مَكحولا

    He spurs no charger, takes no transient rest,

    No watchman finds his eyes at break of day

  14. وَمُشَمِّرٍ أَذيالَهُ يَومَ الوَغى

    جَرَّت عَليهِ السافِياتُ ذُيولا

    His sleeves rolled up when bloodshed is at hand

    The sweeping torrents drag adown their trains