الشعر ما قاله الكرخيّ عبود

ففيه للأدب الشعبي تجديد

The poetry of what Al-Karkhiyy Aboud said

In it, there is a renewal for folk literature

شعر يفيض من القلب المشع له

على اللسان فما ان فيه تعقيد

Poetry overflowing from an enlightened heart

On the tongue, so there is no complexity in it

كالدر يزداد حسنا في تألقه

اذا تحلت به اللبات والجيد

Like a pearl increasing in beauty in its brilliance

When it is adorned with outfits and excellence

على ابتكار معانيه له حسدوا

وكل مبتكر في الشعر محسود

They envied his innovation of meanings

And every innovator in poetry is envied

لا يستوي الناس في اتقان صنعتهم

والقول كالفعل مذموم ومحمود

People are not equal in mastering their craft

And words, like deeds, are blameworthy and praiseworthy

ما في الذي لم يلن للشعر من صمم

وانما عنده الاحساس مفقود

What deafness to poetry in one who has no resolve

And only feeling in him is lost

الشعر ليس بمبق فيه من اثر

كأنما قلبه في الصدر جلمود

Poetry is not lasting in it from impact

As if his heart in the chest is rigidity

يا حبذا البلبل الشادي بروضته

وحبذا منه هايتك الاغاريد

Oh the happiness of the singing nightingale in its meadow

And the happiness of its passionate singing

عبّود ان عدت الافذاذ في بلد

فانت في اول الافذاذ معدود

Aboud if you have returned to excellence in the country

You are at the forefront of excellence counted

خلدت شعرك اذ جددت كسوته

من البيان وفي التجدبد تخليد

You immortalized your poetry by renewing its attire

With rhetoric and in renewal there is eternity

فتحت للشعر ابوابا ولا عجب

ففي يمينك للشعر المقاليد

You opened doors for poetry and no wonder

For in your right hand are the keys to poetry

اذا عتبت فنيران مؤججة

وان شدوت فاغرود واغرود

If you blame then blazing fires

And if you sing then I chirp and chirp

لا تجزعن اذا ما نكبة حزبت

فانما الدهر ارخاء وتشديد

Do not despair if misfortune has grieved you

For time is only easing and tightening

وربما بات يذوي العود من ظمأ

به وبعد قليل اورق العود

And maybe the stick would melt from thirst

With it, and shortly after the stick grew leaves

افرح بدنياك ما آنست طيبتها

فما لياليك فيها كلها سود

Rejoice in your world for as long as you sensed its goodness

For your nights in it are not all black

ان الزمان عجوز من تقادمه

وما على وجهه البسام تجعيد

Time is old from its antiquity

And on its face there are no signs of aging