شَربتُ شربَ الهيمِ
من فمِ ذاكَ الرِّيم
I sipped the wine of despair
From the mouth of that disgraced one
فضَّ لثمِي الختمَ عن
رحيقهِ المختومِ
So my kiss broke its seal
From his fermented liquor
حتَّى سمعتُ بفمِي
التَّسليمَ من تَسْنِيم
Until I heard with my mouth
The greeting from his breath
كَمْ لي بِذَاكَ الرِّيم من
ريم بِغَيْرِ مِيمِ
How much blame from that disgraced one
Disgrace without guilt
يا عاذِلي في حُكْمه الـ
ـمحكَمِ بالحَكِيمِ
O you who blame me for His firm decree
Decided by the All-Wise
وقَدْ سَقَاني حَبيـ
ـبي بكَأسه حَميم
When He has quenched my thirst
With His chalice of love
أَلْقَى سَفِيهَ عَذْلِه
بِعشْقِيَ الحليمِ
I cast off the ignorance of the blamer
With my gentle passion
حاشايَ من عشقٍ خئو
نٍ أَو هوىً لئيم
Far be it from a deceitful love
Or a base desire
يعذِلُني رخيمُه
في شادنٍ رَخيم
His breeze blames me
In a gentle meadow
كالبدرِ لاَ حَاشَاه مِنْ
خَدٍّ لهَ مَلطوم
Like the full moon, far from Him
Any blemish or stain
وأَيْنَ ذاك القَدُّ مِنْ
عُرجونِه القديم
And where is that tall stature
From his ancient bent loftiness
كالظَّبْي لا حاشَاه مِنْ
فَمٍ له مَهْتُوم
Like a gazelle, far from Him
Any mouth with a twist
قد غُمَّ بدرُ التِّم منـ
ـه فهْو في الغُمُومِ
The full moon of virtue is eclipsed
So it is among the clouds
تلكَ الغُمُومُ هي ما
سمِّي بالْغُيومِ
Those clouds called obscurity
Stung by a scorpion at night
يلدغُنِي عقرب ليْـ
ـلِ صُدْغِه البِهيمِ
So I wore the adornment of His beautiful face
The adornment of His face in the right side of my pure heart
لِذاك قد لبستُ حُلْـ
ـىَ وجُهِه الوَسيمِ
I brought it down in my mind
As a neighbor to my worries
حَلْى حُلاه في يميـ
ـنِ قلبيَ السَّليم
And I inscribed His love
In the heart and in the core
أَنزلْتُه في خَاطري
مُجاوراً هُمومِي
So it became safe from Him
In that inviolable sanctuary
وقد رقمتُ حُبَّه
في القلبِ وفي الصَّمِيمِ
Awake, not asleep
In the cave and the pillar
فصار منه آمِناً
في ذَلِكَ الْحَرِيم
Do not conjure up the specter
Surely the specter is of enemies
مستيْقِظاً لا نَائِماً
في الكهْف والرَّقِيم
It almost denies the sciences of my mind
Out of its ignorance
لا تبعثِ الطَّيفَ فإِ
نّ الطَّيْفَ من خُصوم
To my passion the specter has no meaning
It is not to be understood
يكادُ يَنْفي من مُحا
لِ جَهْلِه عُلومِي
The lover of passion does not say
Of love that it is nonexistent
فالطَّيفُ معنىً عند عشـ
ـقِي ليس بالمفْهومِ
And the heart is not pleased with blame
Instead of the wine
وأَشعَرِيُّ الحبِّ لا
يقولُ بالمعدوم
Oh for the glance of an unjust
In the image of the wronged
والقلبُ لا يرْضَى من الـ
ـغرامِ بالشَّميم
Yet he is the correct one as you see him
Though he appears sick
آهٍ لطرف ظالمٍ
في صُورة المظلومِ
And oh what a time I have turned to
Not ignoble
وهْو الصَّحيحُ ولَقَدْ
تَراه كالسَّقيم
A time of youth that has flown on blessings and bliss
While grey hair blazed like fire in timber
وآهِ من عصرٍ تو
لَّى ليسَ بالذَّميمِ
And my heavenly garden became
Like a saline marsh
عصرِ شبابٍ طار بالنْـ
ـعْمَةِ والنَّعِيم
And my kingdom was removed
From Satan the accursed
واشتَعَل الشَّيبُ كمثـ
ـلِ النَّارِ في الهَشيم
So today I have no intimate friend
No cup, and no companion
وأَصْبحَتْ جَنَّةُ إِطرا
بِيَ كالصَّريمِ
And I became like one accused
Then returned like one innocent
ومُلكي أُزيلَ من
شيطانِيَ الرَّجِيم
The servant of the noble
Is righteous, not wicked
فاليومَ لا إِلْفي ولاَ
كأْسي ولا نَديمِي
His piety saves him
From hellfire
وكنتُ كالمخصومِ
ثُمَّ عُدت كالْمَعْصُوم
That generous one, son of the generous
Son of the generous protector
وخادِمُ الفاضل
بَرٌّ ليسَ بالأَثِيمِ
Who calls Him the Relenting, the Gentle, the Clement
The owner of sovereignty, the ascetic
تُعدِّيه تقواه فتُنْـ
ـجيه مِنَ الجَحيم
Reviver of the state of sciences
And builder of religion and its crumbled pillar
ذاكَ الكريمُ ابنُ الكريـ
ـمِ ابْنُ الكريمِ الخِيم
The granter of thousands to the beseecher and deprived
Originator of generosity overflowing
يدعُوهُ بالأَوَّابِ والـ
ـأَوَّاهِ والْحَليم
With ample bounty
Abolisher of nothingness, so none in creation are devoid
المالِكُ الناسِكُ محـ
ـيي دولةِ الْعُلوم
And the deficient state He cured with plentiful bounty
So He brought us the Messiah from Him
وعامرُ الدِّين وبا
ني رُكْنِه المهدوم
By the hand of the Eternal
Lesser kings humble themselves
والواهِبُ الآلافِ لِلسـ
ــائِلِ والمحْرُومِ
To His great power
As their faces bowed down
وأَوجدَ الجودَ يعمّم
بالنَّدى العمِيمِ
To His noble face
They came to His waters
وأَعدَم الْعُدْمَ فما
في الخلْقِ مِنْ عَديم
Like the very thirsty
And fell upon the Expert and Knower from Him
وأَبرأَ الحالَ النحيـ
ـفَ بالنَّدى الجسيم
He restrains them by His awe
From their tyrannical nature
فجاءَنا المسيحُ مِنـ
ــهُ بيدِ الكَليم
And the unjust gain happiness through Him
In His great kingdom
تَخْفَى الملُوكُ صُغَّراً
لقدرِه العَظيمِ
As He established for them in His bliss
A settled abode
كما عَنَتْ أَوْجُهُهَا
لوجْهِه الْكَرِيمِ
Had He not cared for their kingdom
It would be like crumbling ruins
أَتَت إِلى مَوْرِدِهِ
مثلَ العِطاشِ الهيمِ
And like one stripped bare if not for Him
And as if destroyed
وسقَطَتْ على الخبيـ
ــرِ منْه والعَليمِ
And as if forsaken if He did not call him
Like an orphan
يكفُّها بخوفِه
عن طَبْعِها الظَّلُومَ
So many a pen He has
Ruling over a region
ونِعمَةُ الظَّالمِ بالظَّـ
ـالمِ كالظَّليم
That region from India to the far West
And that bequeathed from His inscribed book
ويُنتج السَّعْدُ لَها
فِي مُلكِهِ العَظِيم
With its prose like strung pearls
My master, the secret of whose blessing cannot be concealed
كما أَقامَتْ مِنْه في
نعيمِها المُقيمِ
My insomniac in thanks to Him, His being lulls me to sleep
I complain - but what do I complain of? I complain of blessings
لَوْ لَمْ يَرُمَّ مُلْكَها
لكان كالرَّمِيم
I complain to You of favors that have filled my insides
They have burdened my back and clothed my life in leather
وكانَ كالمثلوبِ لو
لاَه وكالْمثلُوم
And when I fell short, You became - O praiseworthy one - as one blamed
At times I am drowned more than hailstones by the driving rain
وكان لَو لَمْ يَدْعه
يُدَعّ كاليتيمِ
At times the stars of the horizon return like shooting stars
The least I owe is my recording with reverence
وكَمْ له من قَلمٍ
والٍ على إِقْليمِ
And describing my compilation and scattered works with composed ones
From You is my learning, and what I have understood, with comprehension
وذاكَ إِقليمٌ من الـ
ـهندِ لأَقْصَى الرُّومِ
You made the house of my compositions inhabited with the transcribed
So too my poems have become from You like coveted treasure
وذلِك الموقوفُ مِنْ
كِتَابه المرقُومِ
And if You thank, then all thanks are to You, my days
While for me there are enemies whose breaths are like poison and toxins
ولفظُه المنثورُ مثـ
ـلُ اللؤلؤِ المنظومِ
They are the cause of souls, spirits, and bodies
You have raised me above them from depths to summits
يا سيِّداً سِرُّ ندا
هُ ليسَ بالمكْتُومِ
And their winds recoiled from You like a gentle breeze
You established me, so they retreated
يا مُسْهِرِي بِشكرِه
وجودُه مُنيمِي
To the settled place of their abode
What You willed of delaying them fulfilled
أَشكُو وما أَشكو نَعَمْ
أَشْكُو إِلى رَحيمِ
What You wanted of preceding
And You became the one I serve, so they all became my servants
أَشْكُو إِليك أَنْعُماً
قد مَلأَتْ حَيْزُومِي
Rejoice in the coming of a blessed day
That has reached you with the best arrival
قد أَثْقَلتْ ظهرِي وقدّ
تْ بالْحَيَا أَدِيمي
Bringing to fulfillment hopes and talismans
Reviving through it the way from Your father Abraham
وصرتَ إِذ قصَّرتُ يا
محمودُ كالمَذْمُومِ
Sacrificing through it the enemies as ransom instead of sheep
And resolving gifts even from the reluctant
وربما أغرق مز
ن الغيث بالسجوم
And making the presenting of my garden like an intimate friend
O God's blessing upon the servant of the Merciful, make it last
وربَّما عادَتْ نجو
مُ الأُفْق كالرُّجُومِ
So this is my attempt at an English translation of the Arabic poem, focused on preserving the meaning and poetic structure. Let me know if you need any clarification or have feedback on the translation.
أَقلُّ ما يوليه تبـ
ـجيليَ مَعْ تَعْظيمِي
ووصْفُ تصنيفي ومنـ
ـثوريَ مَعْ مَنْظومِي
ومنكَ تعليمي ومَا
عُلِّمت مَعْ تَفْهيمي
وعَمَّرْتُ دار طرا
زِي منكَ بالمَرقُوم
كذا مُوشَّحاتِي صر
نَ مِنْك كالطَّمِيمِ
وأَنْتَ إِنْ شَكَرْتَ فالشُّـ
ـكْرُ إِليكَ يُومِي
ولي عِدىً أَنفاسُهم
كالسُّمِّ والسُّمُومِ
هُمْ عِلَّة الأَنْفُسِ
والأَرواحِ والجُسومِ
رفَعْتني عنْهم مَن
التُّخومِ للنُّجومِ
ورَكَدَتْ ريحُهمُ
عِنْدَك من نَسيمِ
أَقمْتَنِي فرجَعُوا
في المقْعَدِ المُقيمِ
وقد قَضى تأخيرُهم
ما شئتَ من تَقْديمِ
وصرتَ مخدومِي فصا
رَ كلُّهم خَديمِي
فاهْنَأ بعيدٍ قادمٍ
بأَسعدِ الْقُدومِ
أَتاكَ بالتكْميل للـ
ـآمالِ والتَّتْمِيمِ
تُحيي به السُّنَّةَ من
أَبيكَ إِبْراهيم
وتنحرُ الأَعداءَ فيـ
ـــهِ بدالَ الْقُرومِ
وتعزمُ الهباتِ
والْغرْمُ على الرَّغيم
وتَجعلُ العارِضَ مِنْ
روضِيَ كالْحَميمِ
يا نعمةَ اللهِ علىَ
عبدِ الرَّحيمِ دُومِي