ما ذاتُ أَرواقٍ تَصَدّى لِجُؤذَرٍ

بِحَيثُ تَلاقى عازِبٌ فَالأَواعِسُ

What galleries that faced a torrent,

Where a solitary met him and the laters,

بِأَحسَنَ مِنها يَومَ قالَت أَلا تَرى

لِمَن حَولَنا فيهِم غَيورٌ وَنافِسُ

With better than it the day she said: behold

Those around us, among them a jealous and a rival,

تَرى ثَمَّ شِرباً بارِداً لا يَنالُهُ

عَلى هَولِهِ إِلّا رَدٍ أَو مُخالِسُ

You see then a cold drink none can attain

In its fear but a refusal or a slinker,

بَني مالِكٍ لا يُردِكُم حَينُ قَينِكُم

فَيَقبِسَكُم مِن حَرِّ ناري قابِسُ

O Bani Malik, none will drive you back when your affliction,

And kindle you from the heat of my fiery kindler,

وَإِيّاكُمُ وَالقَينَ لا يَشأَمَنَّكُم

كَما كانَ مَشؤوماً لِذُبيانَ داحِسُ

And beware of affliction, let it not ill-affect you,

As it was inauspicious for Dhubian's Dahes,

بَني مالِكٍ فاتَ الفَرَزدَقَ مَجدُنا

وَماتَ اِبنُ لَيلى وَهوَ مِن ذاكَ يائِسُ

O Bani Malik, the excellence of our glory is past,

And the son of Layla died while in hopelessness from that,

فَما زالَ مَعقولاً عِقالٌ عَنِ العُلى

وَما زالَ مَحبوساً عَنِ المَجدِ حابِسُ

So the mind has not ceased being reasonable about the Most High,

And the imprisoned has not ceased from glory by the confiner.