ضَحِكَت ثُغورُ حَدائِقِ الأَرضِ
فَسَهَت عُيونُ النَرجِسِ الغَضِّ
The faces of the earth's gardens smiled
And the eyes of the proud narcissi grew languid
ضَرَبَ الرَبيعُ بِها مَضارِبَهُ
وَجَرَت جِيادُ السُحبِ في الرَكضِ
Spring struck its tents there
And the steeds of the clouds raced by
ضاعَ العَبيرُ مِنَ الرَبيعِ فَما
عُذرٌ إِلى اللَذّاتِ مِن نَهضِ
The fragrance of spring was lost, so no
Excuse remains for pleasures after rising
ضَيَّعتَ بَعضَ العُمرِ مُشتَغِلاً
أَفَلا خَلَفتَ العَيشَ بِالبَعضِ
You wasted some of your life busy
Why then didn't you compensate living with some
ضَع مِنَّةً وَاُجلُ المُدامَ لَنا
فيها مِنَ الأَيّامِ نَستَقضي
Pour generously and give us wine
Wherein we regain some of the days
ضَرَّج بِها خَدَّ السُرورِ فَقَد
أَيقَنتُ أَنَّ الدَهرَ في قَبضِ
With it, the cheek of joy was stained
So I was certain time lies clenched
ضَحِكَ الحَبابُ بِها وَقَد غَضِبَت
لِلشارِبينَ بِسُخطِها تُرضي
The wine goblet laughed with it though it was angered
At the drinkers, with its rage it is satisfied
ضَجَّت لِوَقعِ الماءِ وَاِضطَرَبَت
مِن غَيرِ إِيلامٍ وَلا مَضِّ
It clamored at the falling of water and was turbulent
Without pain or effort
ضَيَّع كُنوزَ المُلكِ وَاِبقِ لَنا
راحاً إِلى راحاتِها تُفضي
He lost the treasures of the kingdom, so leave us
At ease going to its comforts
ضَمِنَ الشَبيبَةِ وَالرَبيعِ حَلا
رَشفي الطَلا وَلِغَيرِها رَفضي
Guarantee us the youth and spring, provisions of wine
I sip and reject all else
ضاءَ الزَمانُ إِضاءَةً بِسَما
يَزهو بِثَوبٍ غَيرِ مُرفَضِّ
Time shone with a radiance from the sky
Gleaming in a robe beyond wrinkling
ضَربٌ مِنَ الأَنوارِ مُبتَهِجٌ
ما بَينَ مَزرورٍ وَمُنفَضِّ
A category of lights joyfully shining
Between twinkling and dimming
ضَفَتِ الرِياضُ وَما أَضَرَّ بِها
إِخلافُ وَعدِ البَرقِ في الوَمضِ
The banks of the gardens and what damage was caused them
By the lightning's broken promise of flashing
ضَنَّ السَحابُ بِمائِهِ فَرَوَت
كَفُّ اِبنِ أُرتُقَ غُلَّةَ الأَرضِ
The clouds hoarded their water, so they irrigated
The palms of the land their ripening fruits
ضَرّابُ هاماتِ الكُماةِ وَمَن
راضَ الزَمانَ بِخُلقِهِ المَرضي
Hitting the resolute zealots and one
Who pleased fate with his agreeable nature
ضِرغامُ بَأسٍ غَيرُ مُحتَجِبٍ
خَوفاً وَنَجمٌ غَيرُ مُنقَضِّ
A fearless hero, an unwavering star
Matching the clouds in his open-handedness
ضاهى السَحائِبَ مِنهُ جودُ يَدٍ
مُعتادَةٍ بِالبَسطِ وَالقَبضِ
The generosity of his hands guaranteed us
The goodness of the land with his pure generosity
ضَمِنَت سَماحَةُ راحَتَيهِ لَنا
بِرَّ البِلادِ بِجودِهِ المَحضِ
A hyena for the religion of God since
Islam rose securely above being lowered
ضَبعٌ لِدينِ اللَهِ مُنذُ عَلا ال
إِسلامُ آمِنَةٌ مِنَ الخَفضِ
The affairs of Muslims are controlled by him
Controlled by him, secured from nullification
ضُبِطَت أُمورُ المُسلِمينَ بِهِ
ضَبطاً بِهِ أَمِنَت مِنَ النَقضِ
Great is his munificence, his generosity lavish
He gathered the plains, pure white in breadth
ضَخمُ الدَسيعَةِ جودُهُ غَدِقٌ
أَحوى المَرابِعِ أَبيَضُ العِرضِ
Harmful to the enemies and beneficial to one with purpose
Each sees him as obligatory
ضُرُّ العُداةِ وَنَفعُ قاصِدِهِ
كُلٌّ يَراهُ عَلَيهِ كَالفَرضِ
The awe and sharpness of his sword guaranteed
The power of the guardian and abasement of the hostile
ضَمِنَ اليَراعُ وَحَدُّ صارِمِهِ
عِزَّ الوَلِيَّ وَذَلَّ ذي البُغضِ
Two opposites, one who rewards good and one
Who forever destroys his enemies
ضِدّانِ ذا يولي الجَميلَ وَذا
أَبَداً بِحَتفِ عُداتِهِ يَقضي
The wakeful were delighted with a group, so he saw
His wakefulness sweeter than slumber
ضَرَّ السُهادُ بِمَعشَرٍ فَرَأى
سُهادَهُ أَحلى مِنَ الغُمضِ
The land of conquest was confined by his great army and resolve
In length and breadth
ضاقَت بِجَحفَلِهِ وَعَزمَتِهِ
أَرضُ الفَلا في الطولِ وَالعَرضِ
Lost is one who dared defy him
And by his will fate's decree runs its course
ضَلَّ الَّذي أَضحى يُطاوِلُهُ
وَبِإِصرِهِ يَجري القَضا المَقضي
Annoyed is one who resisted him when he saw
The arrow of destiny by his command set forth
ضَجِرَ الَّذي جاراهُ حينَ رَأى
سَهمَ القَضاءِ بِأَمرِهِ يَمضي
I would be lost if I did not describe him in my eulogy
And toward him the urge of my muse leads
ضَلَّيتُ إِن لَم أُصفِهِ مِدَحي
وَإِلَيهِ نِضوُ قَريحَتي أُنضي
