هيْهاتَ ما حالِي كَحَالِكْ

يا ويحَ إِلْفِي مِنْ مَلاَلِكْ

Alas! My state is not like yours

Oh misery! I'm weary of your neglect

ما غبْتَ عن بَالي وَمَا

أَخطرْتنِي يَوماً بِبَالِك

You never left my mind, though

You never thought of me

أَدخلْتَني نارَ الجحيمِ

فصرتَ يا رضوانُ مالِكْ

You threw me into hellfire

So you became, O Rizwan, my tormentor

يأَيُّها الشَّمسُ الَّتي

أَضحتْ عهودُكِ مِنْ حِبَالِك

O sun whose promises

Have become like your ropes

الشمسُ أَقربُ من مَنا

لِكَ وهْي أَبْعدُ مِنْ مِثَالِكْ

The sun is closer to one

Like you, yet farther from your ideals

أَحسِنْ بِحسنِك يا لَه

قسماً وأَعْدِلْ باعْتِدَالك

Do good with your goodness, O Noble One

And be just in your moderation

وإِذا قتلتَ صِلِ المتيَّمَ

فيكَ واقْتلُ بَعْدَ ذلِك

And if you kill, make peace with the bereaved

Then kill again after that

وامنعْ صدودَك من مُبا

رَزَتِي فما أَنَا مِنْ رِجَالِكْ

And prevent your chests from my

Fighting, for I am not one of your men

ولقد رحلْتَ وما علمـ

ـتَ بأَنَّ قلبي في رحَالِكْ

You left without knowing

That my heart was in your supplies

فابْحث عنِ النَّارِ الَّتِي

لكُمُ تجد قَلْبِي هُنَالِكْ

So search for the fire in which

You will find my heart there

قَلْبي ونَارُكُم كخد

دِكَ في توقُّدِه وخَالِكْ

My heart and your fire are like your

Cheek in its kindling and your mole

لم يَسْو بينُك ليلتيـ

ـنِ بأَلفِ عَامٍ مِنْ وِصَالِكْ

No two nights of mine passed

With you, not even a thousand years of your union

لي مطلبٌ فمني أَفو

زُ به على رَغْمِ المَهَالِكْ

I have a request, and I insist on it

Despite adversities

أَشكو ولا تأْخُذْ عليَّ به

وحقكَ عَنْ جَمالِك

I complain, but do not blame me for it

By your right over your beauty

أَحْلَى بقلْبي من حبا

ك ومن حُلاكَ ومِنْ دَلاَلِكْ

Sweeter to my heart than your love, your dreams, or your flirtation

My kiss is worth a king who

لثْمِي ثَرى مَلِكٍ تَذِ

ل له الملوكُ مَعَ المَمَالِكْ

Kings and angels would serve

I left his service, so the

فارقتُ خِدْمَتَه فضا

قَتْ بِي مِنَ الأَرْضِ المَسَالِكْ

Roads of earth abandoned me

And I returned to the lands disturbed

ورجعتُ في الأَوطانِ مُغْ

ترِباً وفِي الأَحْياءِ هَالِكْ

And in the neighborhoods, destroyed

O light of Allah's religion, my state

يا نورَ دين اللهِ حالي

بانتزاحِي عَنْكَ حَالِكْ

With my removal from you is your state

I am in desolation, nothing alleviates

أَنا في هجيرٍ ليس يُط

فِي جَمر تَيْه سِوى زُلاَلِكْ

The embers of my loss but your shade

I am in darkness, alas no

أَنا في دُجىً هيْهات لا

يجلو دُجَايَ سِوى هِلاَلِكْ

Moon dispels my darkness but your crescent

I am in death from your

أَنا في مَماتٍ مِنْ بِعا

دِكَ مَعْ حَياةٍ مِنْ نَوالِكْ

Absence, with life from your giving

You enriched me before asking

أَغْنَيْتَنِي قبل السؤَا

لِ فكِدْتُ أَغْنَى عَنْ سُؤَالِكْ

So I almost became needless of your questioning

You did not neglect me in your

لم تشتَغِل عنِّي بجهـ

ـدكَ في جِهادك واشْتِغَالك

Effort in your jihad and preoccupation

So you wrote for me what made me

فكتبتَ لي ما صرتُ منه

فوقَ ظهرِ الأُفْقِ سَالِكْ

Above the horizon, a traveler

That book is the safety

ذاك الكِتابُ هو الأَما

نُ من المهاوِي والمَهالِكْ

From abysses and annihilation

So I prostrated when it came to me

فسجدتُ لمَّا جاءَني

شكراً لبرِّك واحْتِفَالِكَ

In thanks for your blessing and your celebration

And I was reverent, O how my heart revered

وخشعتُ يا لَخُشوعِ قَلْبي

مِن مَقامِك أَو مَقالِكْ

Your station or your words

And you killed my anxiety with your

وقتلتَ همِّي من سُطو

ركَ هلْ سطورُك مِن نِضَالِكْ

Lines, did your lines come from your struggle?

Killing did not teach sharp

ما علَّم القتلُ السيو

فَ المرهَفَاتِ سِوى قِتَالِكْ

Swords but your fighting

And the sword prides itself on your

والسَّيفُ يفخرُ بانتضا

ئِكَ فخرَ رُمْحِكَ باعْتِقَالِكْ

Drawing it, like your spear prides itself on your restraint

Indeed the enemies were killed

إِنَّ العِدى قُتِلَت كما

قُتِلَتْ نصالُك في نِصَالِكْ

Like your blades were killed in your blades

And their homes you emptied

وديارهُم أَخْلَيتَها

فكأَنَّما هِي بَيْتً مَالِك

As if they were a possessed house

It is as if God's victory

فكأَنَّ نصْرَ الله أَصْبحَ

خُلَّةً هي مِنَ خلاَلِكْ

Became desolate, from your solitude

You remain victorious over transgressions

لا زلتَ منصورَ العزا

ئِم في جِلاَدِكَ أَوْ جِدَالِكْ

In your firmness or your contention

By God, the full moon is not

واللهِ مَا لِلبدرِ مكـ

ـتمِلاً كما لَك في كَمَالِكْ

As perfect as you are in your perfection