رُوَيْدَ الليالِي كَم تُصِرُّ عَلَى الغَدْر
أتَجْهلُ إتْلافَ النّفائِس أمْ تَدرِي
How the nights insist on betrayal
Do you not know the ruin of treasures or are you aware?
تَدبُّ بِفَجْعِ الخِلِّ بالخِلِّ دَائِباً
وتَسرِي لشتِّ الشَملِ في السِرِّ والجَهرِ
You wander in the sadness of separation, constantly
And you spread the evil of discord, secretly and openly
وَما أَنْشَبَتْ في ضَيْغَم الغَاب نَابَها
فأفْلَتَها يَوْماً ولا ظَبْيَة الخِدْرِ
Her claws did not become embedded in the thicket of the forest
So one day she escaped, not even a young gazelle could flee
فَيا لَيتَها والهَجْرُ مُودٍ بِوصْلِها
كَفَتْنا سُرُورَ الوَصْل أوْ حَزنَ الهجرِ
If only she and estrangement had an affectionate bond
We would have enjoyed the joy of union or the sorrow of separation
وَيا لَيتَها كانَت كأَشْعَبَ في الذي
تَعَلَّمَ دون الطَّيِّ مِن صَنعَةِ النَّشْرِ
If only she was like the diver who learned aside from diving
The craft of spreading nets, he did not benefit from gentle coaxing or rely on harsh repulsion
فَلَم يَسْتَفِد لُطف التهدِّي إلى الأذى
ولم يعْتَمد عُنْف التَصدِّي إلى الضُّرِّ
She has certainly weakened me with a stab by which
She established afterwards the agony of my chest
لَقد أَثْكلَتْني خُلّةً طَعَنَتْ بِها
ولَكِن أَقامَتْ بعدَها لَوْعَة الصّدْرِ
The branch of blissful water bent it
With ample promises, pledges and burning embers
ذَوَتْ غُصناً مَاءُ النّعيم يُميلُه
بِملْء الحَشايا والحَشا وَقدة الجَمرِ
And the vast army handed her over to perdition
As if she was not more protective than the bright star
وأَسْلمَها الجيشُ العَرَمرَمُ للرَّدى
كأن لَم تكُن أحْمَى مِن النجمِ الزُّهرِ
The sun and moon remind me of her whenever
I glance at the rising of the sun and the moon
يُذَكِّرُ فيها الشَّمْس والبَدْر كُلّما
رَميْتُ بلَحْظي طلْعة الشَّمس والبَدْرِ
She fell into the earth and it was her burial place
So my sorrow for what saddened love makes me find
هَوَتْ في الثَّرى وَهْي الثرَيا مكانةً
فَلَهفي لمَا ساء الهَوىتَجِدْنِيَ من مِيقاتِها يَا لِيَوْمِها
At her appointed time, oh her day
Stop, but with elegies of poetry
مهلاً ولكِنْ بالمَراثِي مِن الشِّعرِ
وَقاذِفَ دَمْعٍ كالجِمارِ مُورَّداً
And tears flowing like embers when people overflow with weeping at the slaughter
Do not blame me for neglecting
إذا ما أفاضَ الناسُ فاضَ عَلى النَّحْرِ
وَلا تَلُمَنِّي أن حَلَلْتُ مُقَضِّياً
The rituals of my anguish and sacrificing patience
If my heart wanted to incline away
مَناسِكَ أشْجانِي وضَحَّيتُ بالصَّبرِ
فَقَلْبِيَ لَو رَامَ السلُوَّ ثَنيَتُه
From the tomb between ribs to the gullet
Out of loyalty to a pact I do not break
عَن القَرِّ ما بينَ الضُّلوعِ إلى النَّفْرِ
وفاءً بِعَهْدٍ لا أُخِلُّ بِحِفْظِه
Until the exposure of the dead at the place of resurrection
My yearning for events that circled
إلى عرْضَة الأمواتِ في عرْصة الحَشرِ
آخر الدَّهْرِ
At the end of time in their depictions like sea shells that did not toss upon the beach shore
And my pilgrimage to them I made
حَنينِي لأحْداثٍ أَطافَتْ بِرَسْمِها
كأَصْدافِ دُرّ لَم تَرِمْ ساحِلَ البَحْرِ
That is indeed the pinnacle of an honorable life
Take another look at what led me to agony
وحَجِّي إلَيْها واعْتِمارِي جَعَلته
وَذاك لَعَمري مُنتَهى شَرَف العُمْرِ
And what brought me back on my Eid of Fitr and Eid of Sacrifice.
أعِدْ نَظَراً فيما دَعانِي إِلى الأسى
وَما عادَنِي في عِيدي الفِطر والنَّحْرِ
