كم من ليال قضيناها وكم نهر

في المنتدى بين إصدار وإيراد

How many nights we spent, and how many a river

In the forum, between publishing and importing

هي الكتائب تترى من كتابتنا

ما بين رائحها كالطير والغادي

They are the brigades seen in our writing

Among their scent like a bird and a passerby

أو قرتها ما تميد الشاهقات به يسري

بها الرتل أو يشدو بها الحادي

Or their calmness extending to the towering peaks

The convoy moves by it, or the guide sings by it

أوحيتها سورا يحيى الشعور بها

مما استفزك من إحساسها البادي

You inspired it like walls that revive feelings through it

From what provoked you of its apparent sensation

هاموا جميعا وليسوا كلهم شعرا

فهم يهبمون من واد إلى واد

They all wandered but not all were poetry

For they swarm from one valley to another

لكن هو الشعر منظوما ومنتثرا

ما سيم دره لولاك بحرك الهادي

But it is poetry, rhythmic or prose

What value would its pearls have without you, its guiding sea

والناسلون من الأحداث موقظهم

من بعد طول سبات صوتك الصادي

And people awakened by events descend from it

After a long slumber by your resounding voice