هِيَ الدِّيارُ فَعُجْ فِي رَسْمِها الْعارِي
إِنْ كانَ يُغْنِكَ تَعْرِيجٌ عَلَى دارِ
It is the abode, so roam in its near traces
If going around a home consoles you
إِنْ يَخْلُ طَرْفُكَ مِنْ سُكَانِها فَبِها
ما يَمْلأُ الْقَلْبَ مِنْ شَوْقٍ وَتَذْكارِ
If your gaze misses its dwellers, then it is there
What fills the heart with longing and reminiscence
يا عُمْرُو ما وَقْفَةٌ فِي رَسْمِ مَنْزِلَةٍ
أَثارَ شَوْقَكَ فِيها مَحْوُ آثارِ
O Amr, no standing in the traces of a residence
Whose erased traces aroused your longing in it
أَنْكَرْتَ فِيها الْهَوى ثُمَّ اعْتَرَفْتَ بِهِ
وَما اعْتِرافُكَ إلاّ دَمْعُكَ الْجارِي
You denied love there, then acknowledged it
And your acknowledgement is none but your flowing tears
تَشْجُو الدِّيارُ وَما يَشْجُو أَخا كَمَدٍ
مِنَ الْهَوى مِثْلُ دارٍ ذاتِ إفْقارِ
The abode complains while no brother complains
Of love like an abode in destitution
يا حَبَّذا مَنْزِلٌ بالسَّفِحِ مِنْ إِضَمٍ
وَدِمْنَةٌ بِلوى خَبْتٍ وَتعِشْارِ
How good a home at the foot of a hill
And a shelter of withered palm leaves and 'tishar'
وَحَبَّذا أُصُلٌ يُمْسِي يَجَرُّ بِها
ذَيْلُ النَّسِيمِ عَلَى مَيْثاءِ مَعْطارِ
And good a root where the tail of the breeze at night
Drags on a fragrant place to sleep
لُوْ كُنْتُ ناسِيَ عَهْدٍ مِنْ تَقادُمِهِ
نَسِيتُ فِيها لُباناتِي وَأَوْطارِي
If I had forgotten a past time from its antiquity
I would have forgotten my perfumes and camels
أَيّامَ يَفْتِكُ فِيها غَيْرَ مُرْتَقَبٍ
طَبْيُ الْكِناسِ بِلَيْثِ الْغابَةِ الضّارِي
Days in which a lion attacks unexpectedly
The physician of shyness in the raging forest
يَصْبُو إِليَّ وَيُصْبِي كُلِّ مُنْفَرِدٍ
بِالدَّلِّ وَالْحُسْنِ مِنْ بادٍ وَمِنْ قارِ
It pounces on me while every lone one
Allures me with amiability from inhabitant and neighbour
لا أُرْسِلُ اللَّحْظَ إلاّ كانَ مَوْقِعُهُ
عَلَى شُمُوسٍ مُنِيراتٍ وَأَقْمارِ
I do not glance except it falls
On shining suns and moons
ما أَطْيَبَ الْعَيْشَ لَوْ أَنِّي وَفَدْتُ بِهِ
عَلَى شَبابٍ وَدَهْرٍ غَيْرِ غَدّارِ
How good living if I attained it
With youth and eternal time without treachery
اَلآنَ قَدْ هَجَرَتْ نَفْسِي غَوايَتَها
وَحانَ بَعْدَ حُلُولِ الشِّيْبِ إِقْصارِي
Now, my soul has shunned its temptations
And the time has come after the arrival of old age to shorten myself
وَالْعَيْشُ ما صَحِبَ الْفِتْيانُ دَهْرَهُمُ
مُقَسَّمُ بَيْنَ إِحْلاءٍ وإِمْرارِ
And life is divided between companions in their time
Between enjoyment and bitterness
يا مَنْ بِمُجْتُمُعِ الشَّطَّيْنِ إِنْ عَصَفَتْ
بِكُمْ رِياحِي فَقَدْ قَدَّمْتُ إِعْذارِي
O you at the meeting of the two coasts, if my winds blew at you
I have already apologized
لا تُنْكِرُنَّ رِحِيلِي عَنْ دِيارِكُمُ
لَيْسَ الْكَرِيمُ عَلَى ضَيْمِ بِصَبّارِ
Do not deny my leaving your homelands
A noble man does not remain patient of injustice
يَأْبى لِيَ الضَّيْمَ فُرْسانُ الْخِلاجِ وَما
حَبَّرْتُ مِنْ غُرَرٍ تُهْدى وَأَشْعارِ
Nobles refuse injustice for me, and I have not
Gifted poems and verses that are gifted
وَقَدْ غَدَوْتُ بِعِزِّ الدِّينِ مُعْتَصِماً
إِنَّ الْكِرامَ عَلَى الأَيّامِ أَنْصارِي
I have set out at dawn with the honour of religion taking refuge
Indeed the generous are supporters against days
مَلْكٌ إِذا ذُكِرَتْ يُوْماً مَواهِبُهُ
أَثْرى الرَّجاءُ بِها مِنْ بَعْدِ إِقْتارِ
A kingdom, if its gifts are mentioned one day
Hope becomes richer through it after scarcity
يُعْطِيكَ جُوداً عَلَى الإِقْلال تَحْسَبُهُ
وافاكَ عَنْ نَشَبٍ جَمٍّ وَإِكْثارِ
It gives you generosity over stinginess you reckon
It compensated you from sharpness, gathering, and abundance
رَيّانُ مِنْ كَرَمٍ مَلآنُ مِنْ هِمَمٍ
كَأَنَّهُ السَّيْفُ بَيْنَ الْماءِ وَالنّارِ
A gushing rain from generosity, filled with resolve
As if it is the sword between water and fire
لَيْسَ الْجَوادُ جُواداً ما جَرى مَثَلٌ
حَتّى يَكُونَ كَحَسّانِ بْنِ مِسْمارِ
The one who strikes the deep, blazing stab
Its striker bounces off it with recoil
الْواهِبُ الْخَيْل إِمّا جِئْتَ زائِرَهُ
أَقَلَّ سَرْجَكَ مِنْها كُلُّ طَيّارِ
It almost penetrates when he penetrates it
Were it not for the froth of pouring blood from its intensity
اَلطّاعِنُ الطَّعْنَةَ الْفَوْهاءَ جائِشَةً
تَرُدُّ طاعِنَها عَنْها بِتَيارِ
It meets the spears and the coats of mail, you reckon
There is no straying arrowheads in it and no swords
يَكادُ يَنْفُذُ فِيها حِينَ يُنْفِذُها
لُوْلا عُبابُ دَمٍ مِنْ فُوْرِها جارِ
In his hand Mismaar's sword which brought misery
To the aspirations of kings in the days of Sinjar
تَلْقى السِّنانَ بِها وَالسَّرْدَ تَحْسَبُهُ
ما ضَلَّ منْ فُتُلٍ فِيها وَمِسْبارِ
The charger hopes for sustenance only from its blows
The horse of determination with fangs and claws
فِي كَفِّهِ سَيْفُ مِسْمارَ الَّذِي شَقِيَتْ
هامُ الْمُلُوكِ بِهِ أَيّامَ سِنْجارِ
Good the climate for dishevelment, loss of possessions
Blinking vision, long journey
لاَ يَأْمُلُ الرّزْقَ إلاّ مِنْ مَضارِبِهِ
فَرْسُ الْهُمامِ بِأَنْيابٍ وَأَظْفارِ
They do not complain to it of high prices in a year
In which the destitute and the reader complain
نِعْمَ الْمُناخُ لِشُعْثٍ فَوْتِ مَهْلَكَةٍ
أَرْماقِ مَسْغَبَةٍ أنْضاءِ أَسْفارِ
A cloud of generosity pouring on the hopeful
And a sea of generosity frothing on the satisfied
لا يَشْتَكُونَ لَدَيْهِ الْمَحْلَ فِي سَنَةٍ
يَشْكُو بِها السَّغَبَ الْمَقْرِيُّ وَالقَارِي
When it traveled from a house, it left for it
From industries the best effects
سَحابُ جُوْدٍ عَلَى الرّاجِينَ مُنْهَمِلٍ
وَبَحْرُ جُودٍ عَلَى الْعافِينَ زَخّارِ
Like rain it left praised and left what
Satisfies you of fresh blossoms and lights
إذا تَرَحَّلَ عَنْ دارٍ أَقامَ لَهُ
مِنَ الصَّنائِعِ فِيها خَيْرُ آثارِ
The treasures remain from the surpluses of its obtainer
As if they are betrayals after rain
كَالْغَيْثِ أَقْلَعَ مَحْمُوداً وَخَلَّفَ ما
يُرْضِيكَ مِنْ زَهَرٍ غَضٍّ وَنُوّارِ
He of victorious resolve, nothing makes him swerve
His opinions between deduction and enacting
تَبْقى الذَّخائِرُ مِنْ فَضْلاتِ نائِلِهِ
كَأَنَّها غُدُرٌ مِنْ بَعْدِ أَمْطارِ
Elevated to the prohibited nobility, his side
Asleep to the lineage free of shame
مُظَفَّرُ الْعَزْمِ ما تَأْلُو مُوَفَّقَةً
آراؤُهُ بَيْنَ إِيْرادٍ وَإِصْدارِ
Entrusted in an immaculate side that comes to a kingdom
By him they were honored and every tyrant humiliated
سامٍ إلى الشَّرَفِ الْممْنُوعِ جانِبُهُ
نامٍ إِلى الْحَسَبِ الْعَارِي مِنَ الْعارِ
Days a dog which between Jawsiya
And Gaza from farms and towns
مُخَوَّلٌ فِي جَنابٍ يَيْتَ مَمْلَكَةٍ
عَزُّوا بِهِ وَأَذَلُّوا كُلَّ جَبّارِ
It leads it by the resolve of flaming determination
Before it like the fangs of the flooding torrent
أَيّامَ كَلْبٌ لَها ما بَيْنَ جُوسِيَةٍ
وَبَيْنَ غَزَّةَ مِنْ رِيفٍ وَأَمْصارِ
It shoots in every darkness with its eyes
From it to a planet with happy rising
يَقُودُها مِنْ سِنانٍ عَزْمُ مُتَّقِدٍ
أَمامَها كَسِنانِ الصَّعْدَةِ الْوارِي
Every heavy lance carrier sleeps
In the saddle of every light armor swift
تَرْمِي بأَعُيُنِها فِي كُلِّ داجِيةٍ
مِنْهُ إلى كَوْكَبٍ بِالسَّعْدِ سَيّارِ
Glory that appeared in Najd, its early parts
And the fresh torrent built it in the Levant
يَبِيتُ كلُّ ثَقِيلِ الرُّمْحِ حامِلُه
فِي سَرْجِ كُلِّ خَفِيفِ اللِّبْدِ مِغْوارِ
O son of the most honorable nobles, their glory has not ceased
Inclining with the scarcity of peers and onlookers
مُجْدٌ تَأَثَّلَ فِي نَجْدٍ أَوائِلُهُ
وَشِيد بِالشّامِ مِنْهُ الطّارِفُ الطّارِي
The preventers of fear on the next morn, their neighbour
And the keepers absent the sanctity of a neighbour
يَا بْنَ الْكرِامِ الأُلى ما زالَ مَجْدُهُمُ
مُغْرىً بِقِلَّةِ أشْباهٍ وَأَنْظارِ
White pure, clouds when they give
Generosity, and they are not clouds when counted
اَلْمانِعِينَ غَداةَ الْخَوْفِ جارهُمُ
وَالْحافِظِينَ بِغَيْبٍ حُرْمَةَ الْجَارِ
Time does not accompany any but praise of them
And good accounts when they are mentioned
بِيضُ الْعَوارِفِ أَغْمارٌ إِذا وَهَبُوا
جُوداً وَلَيْسُوا إِذا عُدُّوا بِأَغْمارِ
The clans of the living people of Yemen
When they rebelled against you, they transgressed
لا يَصْحَبُ الدَّهْرُ مِنْهُمْ طُولَ ما ذُكِرُوا
إِلاّ الثَّناءُ وَإلاّ طِيبُ أَخْبارِ
You became barren when their flood extended
And the lion is not feared without barrenness
إِنَّ الْعَشائِرَ مِنْ أَحْياءِ ذِي يَمَنٍ
لَمّا بَغَوْكَ جَرَوْا فِي غَيْرِ مِضْمارِ
They advanced so a rain whose drops I poured drowned them
Not every route takes horses of thick neck
أَصْحَرْتَ إِذْ مَدَّ بِالْمِدّانِ سَيْلُهُمُ
وَاللَّيْثُ لا يُتَّقى مِنْ غَيْرِ إِصْحارِ
They inclined so each of their onlookers
A stab that straightens each neighbour
سالُوا فَأَغْرَقَهُمْ قطر نضحت به
ما كل سبل على خيل بجرار
Until when the first ended they did not benefit
From prohibition while rebellion in them is the worst blind passion
مالوا فقوم منهم كل مناظر
طَعْنٌ يُعَدِّلُ مِنْهُمْ كُلَّ جُوّارِ
You unleashed it and defended the Levant believing
That only every harmful one benefits
حَتّى إِذا نَهَتِ الأُولى فَما انْتَفَعُوا
بِالنَّهْي وَالْبَغْيُ فِيهِمْ شَرُّ أَمّارِ
Time has bent you times with others
So it remained winking a stick not submissive
أَبَحْتَها وَحَمَيْتَ الشّامَ معْتقِداً
أَنْ لَيْسَ يَنْفَعُ إِلاّ كُلُّ ضَرّارِ
And how often it refused the vengeance of people of grudge
And has never spent the night against a people avenging
قَدْ نابَكَ الدَّهْرُ أَزْماناً بِغَيْرِهِمِ
فَظَلَّ يَغْمِزُ عُوداً غَيْرَ خُوّارِ
If I visit your house longing, your glory leads me
Not every longing one is a visitor
وَكَمْ أَبَتَّ عَلَى ثَأْرٍ ذَوِي ضَغَنٍ
وَلَمْ تَبِتْ قَطُّ مِنْ قُوْمٍ عَلَى ثارِ
The capable are not those who left
The duty of Hajj out of piety for the righteous
إِنْ زُرْتُ دارَكَ عنْ شَوْقٍ فَمَجْدُكَ بِي
أَوْلى وَما كُلُّ مُشْتاقٍ بِزَوّارِ
And I have come to you, so ready me for a time
In which the freeman does not drink but misfortune
لَيْسَ الْمُطِيقُونَ حِجَّ الْبَيْتِ ما تَرَكُوا
فَرِيضَةَ الْحَجِّ عَنْ زُهْدٍ بِأَبْرارِ
The tyrant assigns the freemen, aiming for them
As if he is among them seeking strings
وَقَدْ أَتَيْتُكَ أَسْتَعْدِي عَلى زَمَنٍ
لا يَشْرَبُ الْحُرُّ فِيهِ غَيْرَ أَكْدارِ
Thanks most hoarded treasure attained by it
So take your share of my assistance and early mornings
مُوَكِّلُ الْجُوْرِ بِالأَحْرارِ يَقْصِدُهُمْ
كَأَنَّهُ عِنْدُهُمْ طَلاّبُ أَوْتارِ
Of the rhymes which I have continued to store
The unsteadiness of the journey of departure and travel
وَالْحَمْدُ أَنْفَسُ مَذْخُورٍ تَفَوزُ بِهِ
فَخُذْ بِحظِّكَ مِنْ عُونِي وَأَبْكارِي
Kindness, its beginning and end are
In the palm of every Yemeni, O son of Mismar
مِنَ الْقَوافِي الَّتِي ما زِلْتُ أُودِعُها
عُلالَةَ الرَّكْبِ مِنْ غادٍ وَمِنْ سارِ
Do not quench me with other than the bounty of your hands, for none
Waters from the clouds except every pouring one
إِنَّ السِّماحَةَ َأُولاها وَآخِرَها
فِي كَفِّ كُلِّ يَمانٍ يَا بْنَ مِسْمارِ
And I am not the first hopeful a hope has led
Many have attained from you the howdah camels
لا تَسْقِنِي بسِوى جَدْوى يَدَيْكَ فَما
يُرْوِي مِنَ السُّحْبِ إِلاّ كُلُّ مِدْرارِ
وَلَسْتُ أَوَّلَ راج قادَهُ أَمَلٌ
قَدْ راحَ مِنْكَ عَلَى شَقْراءَ مِحْضارِ
