أَثارَ اللَيثَ أَلحاظٌ نِيامٌ

تَرى في قَتلَتي الثَأرَ المُقيما

The lion's den was stirred by slumbering glances

I see my revenge carried out on the slain

أَرى الخَيرِيَّ يَمنَعُني جَناهُ

فَهَل أَلقاهُ ريحاً أَو شَميما

Good fortune holds me back from its wings

Did a breeze or a scent carry it along?

أَشيمُ البَرقَ يومِضُ مِن نَداهُ

وَأَشمَمُ مِن نَواحيهِ النَسيما

I perceive lightning flashing from its clouds

And scent the breeze from its regions

وَلَستُ بِمُشتَكٍ مِنهُ مِطالاً

فَمَن لِيَ أَن أَكونَ لَهُ غَريما

I have no complaint against it out of longing

For who am I to be its enemy?

وَأَحسَبُ كُلَّ ذي نَظَرٍ رَقيباً

وَأَزعُمُ كُلَّ ذي نُطقٍ خَصيما

I reckon all with sight as a watcher

And claim all with speech as a foe

أَبُثُّ مَعَ البَليلِ إِلَيهِ شَوقي

فَتَبلُغُهُ وَقَد عادَت سَموما

I confide my longing to the night

So it reaches him though it became lethal

أَخافُ الريحَ إِن ناجَتهُ عَنّي

تُعيدُ أَقاحَ مَبسِمِهِ هَشيما

I fear the wind if it betrays me to him

It may return a smile’s fragments as rubble

أَلا يا جَنَّةً كانَت عَذابي

وَسَلسالاً سُقيتُ بِهِ الحَميما

Oh you who were agony yet became my paradise

And a chain with which I was served anguish

لِنَفسٍ قَد حَلَلتَ عُرى عَزاها

وَعَينٍ قَد عَبَدتُ بِها النُجوما

For a soul whose bonds of glory you loosened

And an eye whose stars you enslaved

لَئِن واصَلتَ يا موسى مُحِبّاً

لَقَد أَحيَيتَ يا عيسى رَميما

If you join, O Moses, with a lover

You have revived, O Jesus, one ruined