إِنَّ الفِراقَ دَعا الخَليطَ فَزالا
وَقَعَدتَ تَسأَلُ بَعدَهُ الأَطلالا
Seperation called the mixed drinker and he departed
And you sat asking the ruins about him
طالَت بِهِم وَالفَجرُ قَد أَخَذَ الدُجى
عِيديَّةٌ قَودٌ يُخَلنَ خِلالا
They lingered with them while dawn took away the darkness
A feast, kindling intermittent flames
وَكَأَنَّ في الحَداجِ يَومَ تَرَحَّلوا
آرامَ سِدرٍ قَد لَبِسنَ ظِلالا
As if in the bosoms on the day they went away
Were virgin lotus trees donning shadows
يُبدينَ بَيضاتِ الخُدودِ كَأَنَّها
صَفَحاتُ هِندِيٍّ كُسينَ صِقالا
Displaying cheeks white like pages
Of smooth Indian steel, polished
بانَت شُرَيرَةُ عَنكَ إِذ بانوا بِها
وَاِستَخلَفَت في مُقلَتَيكَ خَيالا
Evil looked from you as they looked at her
And imagined in your eyelids a specter
بَيضاءُ آنِسَةُ الحَديثِ كَأَنَّها
قَد أُشعِلَت مِن حُسنِها إِشعالا
Fair, the companion of talk, as if
Her beauty kindled a blaze
في وَجهِها وَرَقُ النَعيمِ مَلا العُيو
نَ مَلاحَةً وَظَرافَةً وَجَمالا
On her face, the leaves of bliss filled the eyes
With brackishness, charm and beauty
عَجِبَت شُرَيرَةُ إِذ رَأَتني شاحِباً
يا شُرَّ قَد قُلِبَ الزَمانُ وَحالا
Evil wondered, when she saw me wan
Oh evil! Time has been reversed and changed
يا شُرَّ قَد حُمِّلتُ بَعدَكِ كُربَةً
وَهُمومَ أَشغالٍ عَلَيَّ ثِقالا
Oh evil! After you I was laden with worries
And burdens of affairs heavy upon me
وَفَسادَ قَومٍ قَد تَمَزَّقَ وُدُّهُم
فِعلاً وَضاعوا مِن يَدَيَّ ضِلالا
And corruption of people whose affection was ripped
Their actions lost and they went astray
ما تَطمَإِنَّ نُفوسُهُم مِن نَفرَةٍ
قَطَعَت وَسائِلَ خِلَّةٍ وَحِبالا
Their souls do not settle from abhorrence
That cut relations and bonds
قَومٌ هُمُ كَدرُ الحَياةِ وَسُقمِها
عَرَضَ البَلاءُ بِهِم عَلَيَّ وَطالا
A people who are the harm of life and its malady
Affliction with them against me lingered
يَتَآكَلونَ ضَغينَةً وَخِيانَةً
وَيَرَونَ لَحمَ الغافِلينَ حَلالا
They eat hatred and treachery
And see the flesh of the unwary as lawful
وَهُمُ فِراشُ السوءِ يَومَ مُلِمَّةٍ
يَتَهافَتونَ تَعاشِياً وَخَبالا
They are the bugs of evil on a black day
Jostling in greed and meanness
وَهُمُ غَرابيلُ الحَديثِ إِذا دَعَوا
شَرّاً تَقَطَّرَ مِنهُمُ أَو سالا
They are the robes of talk, if they called
To evil, it dripped from them or flowed
صَرَفَت وُجوهُ اليَأسِ وَجهي عَنهُمُ
وَقَطَعتُ مِنهُم خِلَّةً وَوِصالا
I turned the faces of despair from them
And cut off intimacy and connection with them
وَوَهَبتُهُم لِلصَرمِ وَاِبتَلَّ الثَرى
وَوَجَدتُ عُذراً فيهِمُ وَمَقالا
I left them to oxidation, and the ground tested them
I found in them an argument and words
وَلَقَد أُجازي بِالضَغائِنِ أَهلَها
وَأَكونُ لِلمُتَعَرَّضينَ نَكالا
I repay those who hold grudges with grudges
And I am harsh to those who offend
