الصّبرُ بَعْدَكَ لا يكونُ
والخطبُ فيك فلا يَهُونُ
Patience after you cannot be
And tribulations in you cannot diminish
والعقل في هذا المصابِ
من اللَّبيب هو الجُنُونُ
And reason in this affliction
Of the sensible one is madness
بئس القرينُ العيشُ لمَّا
مِتَّ يا نِعْمَ القَرِينُ
Miserable is living when you,
O best companion, died
يا من تحكَّم في المُنى
وتحكَّمتْ فيه المَنُونُ
O you whom fate commanded
And whom the terminator terminated
يا من تَقاضاهُ الرّدى
وله على الدُّنْيا دُيُونُ
O you whom destruction demanded
While over worldly life he had debts
يا ساكناً في اللَّحد حرَّ
كَني وحقِّك ذَا السُّكُونُ
O dweller in the grave burning
My defender, indeed tranquil
سكن الأَنينُ وقد سَكَنْـ
ـتُ فلَيت لا سَكَنَ الأَنِينُ
The sorrows were silenced, and indeed I became silent
If only the sorrows were not silenced
لهفي وقد بُسِطَتْ شِما
لٌ منك أَو قُبِضَتْ يَمينُ
My anxious one, and your hand was outstretched
Or grasped right
وشَخَصتُ وانقطع التَّنَفُّ
سُ مِنك إِذْ قُطع الوَتينُ
I awakened while the breath
From you was cut off when the veins were severed
ولذَاكَ غالبْتُ التَصَبـ
ـرَ فيك إِذ عَرِقَ الجَبينُ
And so I overcame my patience
When sweat ran down my forehead
جرَّعْتَني غُصصاً تكَدَّ
رَ بعدَها الماءُ المَعِينُ
You made me drink bitterness that would
Choke even after it the clear water
وتَركْتني فرداً وأَو
حَشَني التصبُّر والمُعِينُ
And left me alone frightened by patience and its aider
My heart is imprisoned after you
قلبي هو المسجونُ بَعْـ
ـدَكَ والسُّجُون هِيَ الشُّجُونُ
And prisons are but sorrows
You did not disappear from my sight that you
ما غبتَ عن بَصري فأَنْـ
ـتَ لَهُ تَبِينُ ولا تَبينُ
Appear to it, yet you do not appear
You are not the buried in a grave
لَستَ الدّفينَ بحُفْرةٍ
بل أَنت في بَصِري دَفينُ
But you, in my sight, are the buried
And the truth is you reside
والحقُّ أَنك نازلٌ
في منزلٍ سُكْنَاه هُونُ
In an abode stillness made homely
Neither state in the atoms
لا الحالُ حَالٍ في ذُرَا
هُ ولا المكانُ بِهِ مَكينُ
Nor place in it established
I betrayed your love for when I stayed
قد خُنْتُ ودَّك إِذْ بقيـ
ـتُ وأَنت في جَدثٍ رَهِينُ
While you in a niche were detained
I remain and you passed away destroyed
أَبْقَى وتَمضِي هَالِكاً
هذا هو الغَدْرُ المبينُ
That is the evident betrayal
And I stayed bewildered after you
وأُقِيمُ بَعْدك لاَهِياً
قسماً لقد خَانَ الأَمِينُ
I swear the trustee has betrayed
My eyes have no merit should their
لا فَضْلَ عِنْدِي للعُيو
ن لو أَنَّ أَدمعها عُيُونُ
Tears be plentiful springs
You are most precious to the eyes
أَنت العزيزُ على العُيو
نِ ودَمْعُها الماءُ المَهِينُ
While their tears are base waters
And blood has flowed from them
ولَقدْ جَرَتْ منها الدِّما
ءُ كأَنني فِيهَا طَعِينُ
As if inside them I am smeared
O you who prophesized solace
يا مَنْ تَنَبأَ سَلوةً
إِني بدينكِ لاَ أَدِينُ
I by your debt will not be indebted
Who used to hide his sorrow
من كان يكتُمُ حزنَه
فأَنا الحزينُ أَنَا الحَزِينُ
I am the sorrowful one, I am the sorrowful
Neither an unsteady thin build
لا القامةُ الهيفاءُ تَهْ
فُو بي ولا البدَنُ البَدِينُ
Makes me lean nor a fat body
No but no alluring eye
كلاَّ ولا الطَرْفُ الكَحِي
لُ ولا الفُتُورُ ولا الفُتُونُ
Or lassitude or charms
My sorrow sufficed me as a home
حَسبي الأَسَى سَكَناً أَمِيـ
ـلُ إِلى هَواهُ وأَسْتَكِينُ
I lean toward its love and make camp
O grave, spare yourself his effort
يا قَبْرُ جُهْدَكَ صُنْهُ وي
حَك إِنَّه الدُّرُّ الثَمين
He is indeed the precious pearl
And I possessive of him while you
فأَنا الضَنِينُ به وأَنْـ
ـتَ علَيه متَّهم ظَنِينُ
Suspect upon him are suspicious
And I allowed his departure
ولقد سَمَحتُ بِشَخْصِهِ
وعَجِبْتُ إِذ سَمَح الضَّنِينُ
And was amazed when the possessive allowed
If only I knew after your death
يَا لَيْتَ شِعْرِي بعد مو
تِك ما تَراهُ وما يَكُونُ
What you see and what would be
Certainly conviction is death
إِنَّ اليقينَ هو الممَا
تُ وما سِواهُ هُوَ الظُّنُونُ
And anything else is speculations
I swear the doubt became cheapened in the earth
قسماً لقد رَخُصَ التَشكُّـ
ـكُ في الوَرَى وغَلاَ اليَقِينُ
And conviction became expensive
And for nights to band
وعَلَى الليالِي أَن تكدّ
رَ جَمْعَها وأَنَا الضَّمِينُ
Their group while I am the bearer
And man cannot be rid of
والمَرءُ لا يَنْفَكُّ منْ
كدرٍ لأَنَّ المَرْءَ طِينُ
Melancholy for man is of clay formed
And time is a blade and the
والدَّهْرُ نَصْلٌ والأَنِينُ
من الحزين لَهُ طَنِينُ
Sorrowing's are resoundings from the grieved