مَن لِصَبّ لَم يَنَل أَرَبا
مُستهلّ الدَمع هاطلُه
Who for a youth gained no profit
With flowing tears his conduct
ذو غَرامٍ سامَهُ شَجَنا
وَهَوى الآرام قاتلُه
Lovesick, his longing stung him
Passion for the gentle folk did in him
وَاللواحي حمّلته عَنا
لَم يَزَل دَوماً يَواصلُه
My heart, pledged, has borne him troubles
Ceaselessly does it chain and shackle him
وَيح قَلبي ظَلّ مُرتهنا
وَالظبا تيها تُماطلُه
A gazelle whose necklace was torn
Tempting hearts, her glances ravage them
وَغَزال هزّ قَدّ قَنا
فتنَ الأَلباب ناحلُه
My father, gracefully created was he
A moon, in its phases it rises
بِأَبي مِنهُ بَديع سَنا
قَمر تَزهو مَنازلُه
His rosy cheek, fruitful its bounty
High, beyond doubt, over its like it ascends
خَدّهُ الوَردي طابَ جَنى
جَلّ عَن رَيب يُنازلُه
I shielded whom censured he an ear
Until I could dispute with him
صُنت عَمَّن لامني أذنا
رَيثَما أَني أُجادلُه
Wine, a cup with a pleasing lip
Can its peer be found, I wonder
وَمدام الثَغر كَأس هَنا
أَتُرى نِدّاً يُماثلُه
Other than what I hoped for from him
And the trust of glory I spent on him
غَير ما أَملت فيه مُنى
وَأَمين المَجد باذلُه
When my poem is read before him
Do its attributes of praise charm him?
مَن إِذا أَتلو لَدَيهِ ثَنا
رَتّلت مَدحي شَمائلُه
My soul, how much love we gave him
When the rain of his passion sought us
أَريحيّ كَم حبا مننا
من ندىً جادَت هَواطلُه
He has gained every beauty
When his superior merits shone
كُلّ مَعنى حازَهُ حسنا
عِندَما باهَت فَضائلُه
He is rain of righteousness if we stray
His factors shine victorious
فَهوَ غَيث البرِّ إِن هَتَنا
لَمَعت بَطشاَ عَواملُه
Does not rise or find bliss here, or purpose
Made triumphant by his attempts
لا اِنبرَى يَلقى هنا وَمنى
ظافِراً فيما يُحاولُه
