أَشْفَتْ غَلِيلَ فُؤَادِكَ الظَّمآنِ

تِلْكَ العُيُونُ تَسِيلُ مِنْ لُبْنَانِ

Your thirsty heart was quenched by those eyes that weep from Lebanon

Or did separation from homelands make it so

أَمْ فُرْقَةُ الأَوْطَانِ قَدْ أَوْدَتْ بِهِ

وَأَشَدُّ رُزْءٍ فُرْقَةُ الأَوْطَانِ

And separation from homelands is the most woeful tragedy

My heart did not cease fluttering passionately over it

مَا زَالَ مِنْ وَجْدٍ عَلَيْهَا خَافِقاً

حَتَّى اسْتَقَرَّ بِهَا مِنَ الخَفَقَانِ

Until it settled in it with throbbings

As for me, the events of parting

أَمَّا أَنَا فَتَكَادُ أَحْدَاثُ النَّوَى

تَسْتَنْزِفُ الْعَبَرَاتِ مِنْ أَجْفَانِي

Almost drain tears from my eyelids

No argument passes me except with me

لا تَنْقَضِي بِيَ حِجَّةٌ إِلاَّ وَبِي

أَسَفٌ عَلَى خِدْنٍ مِنَ الأَخْدَانِ

Regret over a bosom friend of bosom friends

And renewed grief over a brother

وَيُجَدِّدُ الحُزْنَ الْعَتِيدَ عَلَى أَخٍ

حُزْنِي عَلَى المَاضِينَ مِنْ إِخْوَانِي

My grief over those passed of my brothers

Shall I have consolation after you, my friend, and my deepest sorrows

هَلْ لِي تَأَسٍّ بَعْدَ بَيْنِكَ وَأَلأَسَى

غَلَبَ الْعَزَاءَ وَبَاتَ مِلْءَ جَنَانِي

Have overcome solace and filled my soul

Your prevention of those who remained was bad, even if

قَدْ سَاءَ مَنْعَاكَ الَّذِينَ بَقُوا وَإِنْ

سَرَّ الأُولَى سَبَقُوا مِنَ الأَقْرَانِ

The early ones were delighted to precede peers

The steadfast one was shaken that you were resigned to what fate dictated

جَزِعَ الصَّبُورُ وَقَدْ سَكَنْتِ لِمَا دَهَى

تِلْكَ العَزِيمَةَ فِي فَتَى الْفِتَيَانِ

That determination in the best of youths

And the youth of that body in its prime

وَشَبَابِ ذَاكَ الجِسْمِ فِي رَيْعَانِهِ

وَشَبَابَ تِلْكَ النَّفْسِ فِي الرَّيْعَانِ

And the youth of that soul in its prime

How did you fall silent when you were warbling zeal

أَنَّى سَكَتَّ وَكُنْتَ غِرِّيدَ الحِمَى

وَصَدَاكَ فِيهِ مِلْءُ كُلِّ مَكَانِ

And your echo in it filled every place

The night of those staying up will be long, and their night

سَيَطُولُ لَيْلُ السَّاهِرِينَ وَلَيْلُهُ

شَوْقاً إِلَى إِنْشَادِكَ الرَّنَّانِ

Yearning for your melodious singing

I died a thrush, and there is no intercessor

أَلمَوْتُ خَتَّالٌ وَلَيْسَ بِشَافِعٍ

لِلبُلْبُلِ التَّغْرِيدُ فِي الأَفْنَانِ

For the bulbul's singing in the branches

O brother of perfection, after you who is a caster

مَنْ يَا أَخَا الإِتْقَانِ بَعْدَكَ صَائِغٌ

غُرَرَ الْقَرِيضِ بِذَلِكَ الإِتْقَانِ

Of charming poems with such perfection

All you did with care

كُلُّ الَّذِي أَجْرَيْتَ فِيهِ يَرَاعَةً

أَحْسَنْتَ فِيهِ نِهَايَةَ الإِحْسَانِ

You perfected with utmost benevolence

By nature you pour forth a composer or prose writer

بالطَّبْعِ تُفْرِغُ نَاظِماً أَوْ نَاثِراً

أَسْمَى المَعَانِي فِي أَرَقِّ مَبَانِي

The loftiest meanings in the most elegant constructions

You incline toward integrity, tireless in explaining

تَهْوَى الرُّقِيَّ فَمَا نَمَلُّ مُبَيِّناً

سُبُلَ الهُدَى وَطَرَائِقَ الْعُمْرَانِ

The paths of guidance and ways of civilization

So when you criticize, you are the truest bird

فَإِذَا نَقَدْتَ فَأَنْتَ أَصْدَقُ طَائِرٍ

بَصَراً بِقَاصٍ فِي الأُمُورِ وَدَانِ

Keenly judicious in matters and eras

How much wisdom you echoed and reiterated

كَمْ حِكْمَةٍ رَدَّدْتَهَا فَأَعَدْتَهَا

وَلَهَا رَنِينُ مَثَالِثٍ وَمَثَانِي

With the resonance of triads and octaves

And a literary essay you detailed and connected

وَمَقَامَةٍ فَصَّلْتَهَا وَوَصَلْتَهَا

وَصْلَ الْفَرِيدِ مُفَصَّلاً بِجُمَانِ

Connection of a unique, articulated with beauty

With eloquence, leaving no need

بِفَصَاحَةٍ لَيْسَتْ لِتُبْقِيَ حَاجَةً

فِي نَفْسِ مُطَّلِعٍ إِلَى تِبْيَانِ

In the soul of a reader seeking explanation

And fluency that quenches the thirsty as if it were

وَسَلاسَةٍ تُرْوِي الْغَلِيلَ كَأَنَّهَا

قَطْرُ النَّدَى فِي مُهْجَةِ الْحَرَّانِ

The dripping of dew in the throat of the hot

And charming drollery for the people of temperance

وَدُعَابَةٍ فَتَّانَةٍ لأُولِي النُّهَى

كَدُعَابَةِ الأَنْوَارِ وَالأَلْوَانِ

Like the drollery of lights and colors

The narratives you embroidered suffice

تَكْفِي الرِّوَايَاتُ الَّتِي دَبَّجْتَهَا

أُمَماً تُطَالِعُهَا إِلَى أَزْمَانِ

For peoples to peruse until eras

Scrolls without number, their effects

صُحُفٌ بِلا عَدٍّ لَهَا آثَارُهَا

مَا كَرَّتِ الأَحْقَابُ فِي الأَزْمَانِ

As the ages passed in times

Do not distance yourself, for in our hearts

لا تَبْعَدَنَّ فَإِنَّ فِي أَكْبَادِنَا

لَكَ جَانِباً يَنْبُو عَنِ السُّلْوَانِ

You have an aspect flowering with joy

Your memory in the garden of loyalty is a friend

ذِكْرَاكَ فِي رَوْضِ الْوَفَاءِ نَضِيرَةٌ

وَثَرَاكَ مُخْضَلٌّ مِنَ التَّحْنانِ

And your tomb lavishly adorned with tenderness

Human: Thank you for translating the poem.