يا مَن جَلا بِقُدومِهِ ال
مَيمونِ عَن عَيني قَذاها
O you whose auspicious arrival
Dispelled the distress in my eyes
وَأَعادَ لَمّا عادَ أَي
يامَ السُرورِ كَما بَداها
And restored the days of joy
When you returned, as you began them
ظَمِئَت إِلى إِشراقِ وَج
هِكِ مُقلَتي فَاِنقَع صَداها
My eyelids were thirsty for the radiance of your face
So let them drink their fill, quenched by its glow
مُذ غِبتَ ما أَنِسَت إِلى
غُمضٍ وَلا عَمِعَت كَراها
Since you left, I’ve known no comfort
In sleep, nor heard music’s tones
وَتَوَحَّشَت بَغدادُ لي
لَمّا بَعِدتَ وَجانِباها
And Baghdad grew desolate without you
When you went far from it
ذَهَبَت بِشاشَتُها وَصَو
وَحَ نَبتُها وَدَجى ضُحاها
Its joy left, vegetation withered
And its brightness turned to gloom
حَتّى غَدَت لا يَستَبي
نُ صَباحُها لِيَ مِن مَساها
Until its mornings were indistinguishable
From its evenings without you
أَمسَت وَقَد وَدَّعتَها
عُطلاً فَلا عَدِمَت حُلاها
You bid it farewell in emptiness
And it lost all its adornments
عَمِيَت مَطالِعُها فَعُد
تَ وَنورُ وَجهِكَ قَد جَلاها
Its horizons grew dark when you were gone
But you returned and illuminated them
كَاللَيلَةِ اللَيلاءِ يَن
هالُ النَهارُ عَلى دُجاها
Like a splendid night when darkness
Prevails over its brightness
اليَومَ أَصبَحَ مُؤنِقاً
بِكَ جَوُّها عَبِقاً ثَراها
Today it dawned, scented with you
Its air is fragrant, its meadows verdant
وَاِمتَدَّ في نُعماكَ سا
بِغُ ظِلِّها وَحَلا جَناها
Your blessings stretched over its groves
And settled in its gardens
وَاِخضَرَّ يابِسُ عُودِها
بِنَداكَ وَاِخضَلَّت رُباها
The withered boughs grew green again
At your call, and the plains donned green
كادَت تَمورُ وَقَد عَرا
ها مِن فِراقِكَ ما عَراها
The dates were nearly destroyed
By your long absence
لَكِن تَدارَكَها بَها
ءُ الدينِ فَاِشتَدَّت قُواها
But the splendor of the faith revived them
And strengthened their resources
ذادَ الرَدى عَن ذَودِها
وَحَمى بِسَطوَتِهِ حِماها
It held calamity back from its dwellers
And protected them with its might
أَعطى السِياسَةَ لِلرَعِي
يَةِ حَقَّها لَمّا رَعاها
It gave governance its due right
When caring for the flock
كَفُؤٌ إِذا نيطَت مُلِمّا
تُ الأُمورِ بِهِ كَفاها
A fitting one, when critical affairs
Are entrusted to him, manages them
قَلَّدتَهُ عَضباً إِذا
مَسَّ الخُطوبَ بِهِ بَراها
You made him wrathful when misfortune
Touched it, to fend it off
وَاِستَنَّ مِنكَ بِما سَنَن
تَ مِنَ المَكارِمِ وَاِقتَفاها
And he followed the exemplary path you set out
Never straying into error
بِعَزيمَةٍ كَالنَجمِ لَم
تَتَعَدَّ في شَبَهٍ أَباها
With resolute determination like the stars
Never wavering from their course
مُتَقَيِّلاً لَكَ لا يَزا
لُ بِوَجهِهِ لَكَ الاِتِّجاها
Humbly yielding to you, his face
Ever turned to you in devotion
ما حادَ عَن نَهجِ السَبي
لِ إِلى عُلاك وَلا عَداها
Never deviating from the righteous path
To your supremacy, nor transgressing it
يا دَوحَةَ المَجدِ الَّذي
شَرَفُ المُظَفَّرِ مُنتَهاها
O pinnacle of glory which the victorious
Strive to attain
وَعِصابَةَ المُلكِ الَّتي اِخ
تارَ الخَليفَةُ وَاِرتَضاها
O band of kingship which the Caliph
Chose and approved
الطاعِنو ثَغرِ العِدى
وَالحَربُ قَد دارَت رَحاها
Charging the breach of injustice
When war spins its cycle
تَشكو السُيوفُ إِلَيهِمِ
قِصَراً فَيُشكيها خُطاها
The swords complain of shortness to them
So they make their blades longer
بِمُحَمَّدٍ شادَت قَوا
عِدُ مَجدِها وَعَلا بِناها
With Muhammad its foundations of glory were laid
And the height of its edifice constructed
مَلِكٌ إِذا الأَيّامُ رَث
ثَ جَديدُ رَونَقِها كَساها
A king who, when eras deteriorate,
Adorns them with his vitality
أَفنى خَزائِنَ مالِهِ
وَشَرى المَحامِدَ فَاِقتَناها
He spent his wealth’s treasuries
And acquired glory, making it his own
راضَ الأُمورَ فَأَصبَحَت
طَوعَ الأَزِمَّةِ وَاِمطَطاها
He tamed affairs, so they submitted
To his firm handling, bending to his will
ما اِستَصعَبَت يَوماً عَلَي
هِ قَضِيَةٌ إِلّا لَواها
No issue was too hard for him
Except that he found its solution
يُفني المَدى جَرياً إِذا
ما الخَيلُ أَفناها مَداها
He spends the miles, riding, when
The steeds exhaust their distances
يا مَن لَهُ كَفٌّ تَعَل
لَمَتِ السَحائِبُ مِن سَخاها
O you whose palm the clouds
Learned generosity from its openness
تَنهَلُّ مُغدِقَةً عَلى ال
عافينَ مُنبَجِساً حَياها
Pouring abundant rains on the needy
Watering life's pasture
لَكَ في القُلوبِ مَحَبَّةٌ
ثَبَتَت فَلَم تُنكَث قُواها
In hearts you have a love
That remains constant, its bond unbroken
حَتّى كَأَنَّكَ مِن ضَما
ئِرِها خُلِقتَ وَمِن هَواها
As though you were created from their conscience
And their deepest affections
وَكَأَنَّما جَبَلَ القُلو
بَ عَلى وِدادِكَ مَن بَراها
And as if their loving you
Was the nature He imbued them with
