يا بارق العلم حدث عن نوادره

عن المحاسن منها من جواهره

O lightening of knowledge, tell of its rarities

Of its beauties and gems

عن المقاصد من وادي اليمامة عن

سكانها عن ثغور من نواظره

Of its goals from the valley of Yamamah

Of its inhabitants, of the borders of its watchtowers

عن العيون عن العين الحسان عن الـ

ـخد المضرج عن دمع وغامره

Of the eyes, of the beautiful eye, of the

Blushing cheek, of tears and their abundance

مسلسلاً جاء ترويه الحشاشة عن

جمر تصعد ناراً عن زوافره

Flowing, it came narrating the nightchat

Of embers rising as fire from its feathers

فجاء مسنده عن لحظ فاتكه

بباطن العاشق المضنى وظاهره

So its narrative came from a glance thatcaptivated you

To the innermost being of the ardent lover and its apparent

برق اليمامة لا تضحك الست ترى

عقيق دمعي جرى نظماً كناثره

Lightening of Yamamah, do not laugh, can't you see

The carnelian of my tears flowed versified like its rain

للأبرق الفرد حن القلب وهو على

غلاته قد طوى شوقاً لناشره

For the unique lightening, the heart is passionate while

It has folded with yearning for its displayer

لقد طواه ولكن لا على قدم

رامي المحبين لا من عين ناظره

It has folded it but not like the foot

Of the archers of lovers, not from the eye of its onlooker

يا آسر القلب مهلاً أنت مالكه

لا تعجلن مملوك لآسره

O captivator of hearts, wait, you own it

Do not hasten what is enslaved by its captivator

إني وإن كنت نائي الدار مغتربا

بين المحطين من هجر وهاجره

Though I am far from home, an expatriate

Between two dwellings of estrangement and its departure

أعلل النفس وصلاً من أخي ثقة

نابت مخابره لي عن مناظره

I console myself hoping for union from my brother

Whose correspondence sprouted informing me of its views

والنفس لم تقض من توديعه وطراً

حتى قضى الدهر بينا من مخاطره

And the soul did not fulfill parting from him

Before fate played its tricks between us

يا حادي العيس تقرأ من أخي حزن

خذليقة قد روت ما في ضمائره

O guide of the caravan, you read the sorrow of my brother

It's cover conveyed what was in his conscience

خذها عن العين تروى حال كاتبها

عن قلبه عن حشاه عن سرائره

Take it from the eye narrating the state of its writer

Of his heart, of his innermost being, of his secrets

عليه باللوم قد قامت عواذله

والدهر لازال خلواً من عواذره

Against him, his jealous women stood

And fate remains empty of reproachers

فلا سمير له إلا السهاد ولا

يرى أنيساً سوى ليل وداجره

So he has no intimate but sleeplessness, and sees

No companion but night and its darkness

أما علي ومن قلبي له سلم

عطفاً فلا تسلمن صبا لواتره

As for me, peace on him from a heart

That pities, so do not bid the zephyr farewell to its threads

لا تشمتن بي حساداً تركتهم

ولومهم خلف ظهري غير ناظره

Do not gloat over me, enviers I left

Their blame behind my back unseen

عجبت منهم ودهري كله عجب

قد أبطنوا لي خلقاً غير ظاهره

I wonder at them while my fate is all wonder

They harbored for me an unseen nature

ولم يكن لي ذنب غير حبكم

كأنما هو أضحى من مصادره

I had no sin but loving you

As if it has become one of its sources

وإن يكن جعفر لي مذهباً قدما

فلا أبالي إذاً من شر ناكره

If Ja'far is an old creed for me

Then I don't care about the harm of its denier

ثم السلام عليكم ما بدا قمر

ولاح كوكب سعد من دياجره

Then greetings as long as a moon appears

And a star of fortune shines from its homes

سلام مضنى رقيق الثوب أثقله

بعد قواه عن مآزره

A passionate greeting, its delicate garb burdened

After its strength, from its tribulations

سلام من لعبت أيدي الزمان به

فبات بالهم محكوماً لجائره

A greeting from one whose hands time has played with

Who spent the night condemned by its injustice

هذا الزمان ولا تفنى عجائبه

لازال للحر يبدي غدر غادره

This time does not deplete its wonders

It still shows the traitorous betrayal of the free man