طالَ الفِراقُ فَبانَ عَنهُ صَبرُهُ

وَقَسا عَلَيهِ فَلَيسَ يَرحَمُ دَهرُهُ

His separation was prolonged, so his patience failed him,

And it became hard on him, so his fate is merciless.

وَاللَهِ ما خانَتكَ سَلوَةُ عَينِهِ

وَفُؤادُهُ يَهوى سِواكَ يَسُرُّهُ

By Allah, the delight of his eyes was never false to him,

And his heart still loves only you, pleasing him.

عُذرَ القَتيلُ بِحُبِّها لَكِنَّ مَن

قَد عاشَ بَعدَ فِراقِها ما عُذرُهُ

The slain is excused for his love of her, but he who

Has lived after parting from her, what is his excuse?

وَيقولُ لَم أَهجُر بَلى إِذ بُنتُمُ

أَوَلَيسَ يُشبِهُ بَينَ صَبٍّ هَجرُهُ

And he says, "No, I did not abandon, but when you built up,

Does it not resemble the separation of someone suffering?"

قَد طالَ عَهدي بِالإِمامِ وَأُخلِفَت

أَسبابُ وَعدٍ كادَ يُدرَسُ ذِكرُهُ

My time with the Imam has been long, and the causes

Of a promised time were cut off, almost erasing his memory.

ظَلَّت تُحارِبُني العَوائِقُ دونَهُ

وَتَمُدُّني أَمَدٌ طَويلٌ صَبرُهُ

Obstacles kept fighting me, hindering him from me,

And extending for me a long period of patience.

وَاللَهُ يَقضي ما يَشاءُ بِخَيرِهِ

مِن حَيثُ لا تَدري وَيَدري أَمرُهُ

And Allah decides what He wills with His goodness

From where you know not and He knows His command.

مَلِكٌ تَواضَعَتِ المُلوكُ لِعِزِّهِ

قَسراً وَفاضَ عَلى الجَداوِلِ بَحرُهُ

A king whom the kings humbled themselves to for his glory

Forcibly, and his sea overflowed the streams.

وَكَأَنَّما رُفِعَ الحِجابُ لِناظِرٍ

عَن صُبحِ لَيلٍ قَد تَوَقَّدَ فَجرُهُ

It is as if the veil were lifted for one looking

At the dawn of a night whose sunrise flamed.

وَتَراهُ في ليلِ السُرى وَكَأَنَّهُ

نارٌ يُقَلِّبُ طَرفَهُ وَيُقِرَّهُ

And you see him in the night of battle as if he were

A fire brandishing its flames and stirring them.

وَإِذا بَدا مَلَأَ العُيونَ مَهابَةً

فَتَظَلُّ تَسرِقُ لَحظَها وَتَسِرُّهُ

And when he appears, he fills the eyes with awe,

So they remain stealing glances at him and delighting in him.

وَكَأَنَّما يَهتَزُّ بَينَ ثِيابِهِ

نَصلٌ يَلوحُ بِصَفحَتَيهِ أَثَرُهُ

And it is as if a blade flickers between his clothes,

Its mark glittering on both sides.

وَيَجيشُ نارُ الحَربِ تَحتَ عُقابِها

وَالمَوتُ في صَرفي الفَوارِسِ جَمرُهُ

And the fire of war rages under his falcon,

And death among the ranks of horsemen is its embers.

وَتَراهُ يُصغي في القَناةِ بِكَفِّهِ

نَجماً وَنَجماً في القَناةِ يَجُرُّهُ

And you see him listen in the fray with his palm

To stars, pulling the stars along in the fray.