قُمْ هاتِها من كفّ ذاتِ الوِشاحْ
فقَد نَعى اللّيلَ بشيرُ الصّباح
Arise, give me this cup from the hand of she who wears a veil,
For the harbinger of dawn has announced the night's demise,
واحللْ عُرَى نومكَ عن مُقلَةٍ
تَمْقُلُ أحداقاً مِراضاً صحاح
And remove the bonds of your slumber from the eyes
That have become heavy with drowsiness and pain.
خَلِّ الكرَى عَنكَ وخُذْ قَهْوَةً
تُهدي إلى الرّوحِ نسيمَ ارتياح
Set aside your worries, take some coffee
That sends a refreshing breeze to the soul,
هذا صَبُوحٌ وَصَبَاحٌ فما
عُذْرُكَ في تَرْكِ صَبُوح الصّباح
This is morning and dawn, so what
Excuse is there for you to miss the dawn?
باكِرْ إلى اللّذّاتِ وارْكَبْ لها
سَوابقَ اللّهوِ ذواتِ المِراح
Hasten to pleasures, and race towards them
On the steeds of frivolity and delight,
من قبل أنْ ترشُفَ شمسُ الضّحى
ريقَ الغوادي من ثُغُورٍ الأقاح
Before the sun of morning drinks
The saliva of the dark hills from the springs,
أو يطويَ الظلُّ بساطاً إذا
ما بَرِحَ الطلّ له عنْ بَرَاح
Or the shadow folds its carpet when
The shining sun does not cease its brilliance.
يا حَبّذا ما تبصرُ العينُ مِنْ
أنْجُمٍ راحٍ فوقَ أفلاكِ راح
How excellent is what the eye perceives
Of stars set at ease above the heavens at rest,
في روضةٍ غنّاءَ غنّتْ بها
في قُضُبِ الأوْراقِ وُرْقٌ فِصَاح
In a verdant garden where branches sang
Songs in the thin rods and delicate leaves.
لا يعرفُ النّاظرُ أغصانَها
إذا تثنتْ من قدودِ الملاح
The onlooker knows not its boughs
When they bend with the salt's prodding,
كَأنّ مفتوتَ عبيرٍ بها
مُطَيّبٌ منه هُبوبُ الرّياح
As if its melting fragrance is perfumed
By the wafting of the winds.
من كلّ مقصورٍ على رنّةٍ
لو دمَعَتْ عَينٌ له قلتَ ناح
From each enclosed pavilion comes a tone,
At which, if an eye wept, you would say it wails,
أو ساجعٍ تحسَبُ ألحانَهُ
مِن كُلّ نَدمانٍ عَلَيهِ اقتراح
Or a lover, whose melodies you'd think
Were proposals of regret from every reproachful companion.
إنْ قيل بَدّلْ بُدّلَتْ نَغْمَةٌ
منه كأنّ الجِدّ منها مُزاح
If it were said, change! An altered melody
Would come from it, as if jesting in earnest.
يا صاحِ لا تصحُ فكمْ لذّةٍ
في السكرِ لم يَدْرِ بها عيشُ صاح
O morning cup, do not call to wakefulness, for what pleasure
Is in sobriety that life's drunkenness does not know?
وأَركبْ زماناً لا جماحٌ لهُ
من قبْلِ أنْ يحدثَ فيه الجماح
And set out a time that has no obstacles
Before obstacles arise in it.
قلتُ لحادينا وكأسُ السرى
دائِرَةٌ من كَفّ عَزْمٍ صُرَاح
I said to our guide, and the circulating cup
Of pure wine in the grip of resolute hands,
والعيسُ في شِرّةِ إرقالها
تلطِمُ بالأيدي خدودَ البطاح
As the cupbearer strikes her cheeks
With it at the drinking sessions.
لا تُطْمِعِ الأنضاءَ في راحةٍ
وإن وصلنا بغدوٍّ رواح
Do not harbor hopes of rest in the gazelles,
Even if we arrive at pastures in the early dew.
من كلّ مثل الغَرْبِ مَمْلُوءَةٍ
أيناً فما تَنْشَطُ عندَ امتِياح
For they are fully sated, even devoid
Of the little given them by a miserly hand.
فهي سخيّاتٌ وإنْ خلتها
بما أنالَتْ من ذميلٍ شحاح
They rub their eyelids against the cedars
To the rightly-guided king, the asked for sovereign,
تمتحُ بالأَرسانِ أرْماقَهَا
إِلى الرَشيدِ المَلِكِ المُستَماح
Indeed the servants of God gained might through him,
The right hand of leniency, the right hand of power,
إنّ عُبَيدَ اللَّه منه انتَضَت
يمانيَ البأسِ يمينُ السّماح
A king whose ring seals the eminent
Whenever he appears, beginning with his father,
مَلْكٌ به تُخْتَمُ أهْلُ العُلَى
إِذا بدا فَبِأَبيهِ افتِتاح
And through him humiliation spread among the lowly
And honor spread among the righteous.
وعمّ منهُ الذلُّ أهلَ الخنى
وعمَّ منْهُ العزُّ أهلَ الصّلاح
Seeking good, generous, protected in dignity
And praised in speech.
مستَهدِفُ المعروفِ سمحٌ لهُ
عِرْضٌ مَصُونٌ وثناءٌ مباح
He lowers in his rule the wing of eminence
As lowering a wing does not raise worth.
يخفضُ في المُلْكِ جنَاحَ العُلى
لم يَرْفَعِ القَدْرَ كخفضِ الجَناح
His white swords blind the enemies’ souls
Whenever they desire war and combat.
تمهرُ أرواحَ العدى بيْضُهُ
إذا أرادتْ من حروبٍ نكاح
So whenever they sing his praise in their gathering,
They leave behind, after their singing, only wailing.
فكلّما غَنّتْهُ في هامهم
أبْقَتْ على إثْرِ الغناءِ النّياح
How many nights shone at the darkness’s edge
With the green of the army at dawn’s first light,
كَمْ ليلَةٍ أشرَقَ في جُنحِها
بخضرمِ الجَيشِ إلال الصّباح
His standards’ hawks flying guided
By the stars of spears.
تسري بها عقبانُ راياتِهِ
مهتَدياتٍ بنُجومِ الرّماح
Ships you’d think were, on the horizon,
The Milky Way a water-hole,
حوائِماً تحسبُ في أُفْقِهِ
مَجَرّةَ الخَضراءِ ماءً قراح
As if the wind blew them along with
The hearts of your enemies on the day of struggle.
كأنّها والرّيحُ تَهفُو بهَا
قلوبُ أعدائِكَ يومَ الكِفاح
How many desperate straits has its lion produced
Red blood from the nostrils and lips of the foe
كَمْ مأزِقٍ أصدرتْ عن أُسْدِهِ
حُمْراً خَياشيمَ القنا والصفاح
Opening in the joining of their skulls
The violet of blades and the red of wounds.
يَفتَح في سَوْسَانِ لَبّاتِهِم
بنفسجُ الزّرْقِ شقيقَ الجراح
As if the scattered parts of their skulls
Were eggs split above the brains.
كأنّ أطرافَ الظُّبَى بينَهُمْ
تفلقُ فوقَ الهامِ بيضَ الأداح
You met them, each a dignitary
Whose lifetime is narrowed by ample steps.
أقبلتَهُمْ كلّ وجيهيَّةٍ
تضيّقُ العُمْرَ خطاها الفساح
As if their sights were streaming down
With what they had fed on from the striking of cheekbones.
كأنّما ترشَحُ أبصارُهَا
بما اغتَذَتْهُ من ضَريبِ اللّقاح
Were it not for you, son of glory unparalleled,
No hopes would attain the door of success,
لولاك يا ابن العزّ من يَعْرُبٍ
لم تَلجِ الآمالُ بابَ النّجاح
Nor would good fortune meet those who equaled you
Among the noble poets in the lofty ode.
ولا تَلَقّى الفَوزَ إذ سوهموا
بنو القوافي من مُعَلّى القداح
So enjoy a celebration that has come to you
With every tongue praising you.
فانْعمْ بعيدٍ قد أتى ناظماً
كلُّ لسانٍ لك فيه امتداح
For you have shown us in the spreading of amusements
Your hand restraining the acts of excess and profligacy.
فقد أرتنا في ابتذالِ اللّهَى
كفُّكَ أفعالَ المُدَى في الأضاح