باتَ يَجلوها عَلى نَد

مانِها وَاللَيلُ داجي

He started reciting it to the tunes of his songs, and the night was pitch dark,

A gentle breeze stirred branches, with a glance that allured,

رَشَأٌ حَرَّكَ أَشجا

ني بِطَرفٍ مِنهُ ساجي

And a sweet smelling aroma, a honeyed drink,

It stood, adorned with wreaths of roses and crowns,

وَبِثَعرٍ طَيِّبِ النَف

حَةِ مَعسولِ المُجاجِ

Amongst a branch that sways, and a rod that bends,

Before the voices of the flutes, and the chirping of poultry,

قامَ مَعصوباً بِإِكلي

لٍ مِنَ الوَردِ وَتاجِ

When the red camels approached, gleaming in glassware,

And he saw in the house, lanterns like lamps,

بَينَ غُصنٍ ذي اِهتِزازٍ

وَقَضيبٍ ذي اِرتِجاجِ

He thought it was a flame, so he protected it with care,

Oh gazelle, I have no remedy for my love in my hands,

قَبلَ أَصواتِ النَواقي

سِ وَتَغريدِ الدَجاجِ

I don’t see my heart cured of love for you while I live,

If we get a house after getting close and mixing,

حينَ وافانا بِها حَم

راءَ تَزهو في الزُجاجِ

Nights tend to gently change into stingers,

How much false hope makes my heart ache,

وَرَأى في البيتِ مِن لَأ

لَائِها مِثلَ السِراجِ

And to how much despair am I circling around,

How often does my temperament meet vile morals,

ظَنَّها شُعلَةَ نارٍ

فَعَلاها بِمَزاجِ

Riding despite injustice and stubbornness,

His days wore betrayal’s clothes, the cheater,

يا غَزالاً ما لِدائي

في يَدَيهِ مِن عِلاجِ

He didn’t know I seek the companion of religion’s glory,

The leader of conquest over the warring Arabs,

ما أَرى قَلبِيَ مِن حُب

بِكَ ما عِشتُ بِناجي

Spreader of justice over the poor and needy,

Balanced on the day of gifts, a lion on the day of battle,

إِن نَأَت دارٌ لَنا بَع

دَ اِقتِرابٍ وَاِمتِزاجِ

In the name of the most high, apparent over all banners,

Oh rider, beware of dangers and clashes,

فَاللَيالي شَأنُها تَب

دُلُ عَذباً بِأُجاجِ

Crossing piles of dead bodies, between travel and fatigue,

For the hypocrite’s talk in his chest, what suffering,

وَيحَ قَلبي كَم أُرَجّي

مِنهُ ما لَيسَ بِراجي

He sees no shelter for the dew, sought by the pilgrim,

Don’t be straitened by worries, every worry shall pass,

وَإِلى كَم أَنا لِليَأ

سِ مُدارٍ وَمُداجي

Settle in Abi Al Fadl’s quarter, the best place to settle,

And avoid his sweet springs, the bitter paths,

كَم يُلاقي خُلُقي السَم

حَ بِأَخلاقٍ سِماجِ

Oh generous one, his generosity has no shortcoming,

Calm settled in your time, after turmoil,

راكِباً في الضيمِ لي ظَه

رَ عِنادٍ وَلِجاجِ

You purified the channel of kingship, after crookedness,

With noble acts, and edges of glass,

لَبِسَت أَيّامُهُ بِال

غَدرِ أَثوابَ الدَياجي

So it became by your view, like a fortress built with reinforced concrete,

You cured an era, that was without remedy,

ما دَرَت أَنّي إِلى الصا

حِبِ مَجدِ الدينِ لاجي

That used to complain before your management, of ill temper,

And the mother of generosity became perfected, after deficiency,

قائِدِ الغُلبِ المَغاوي

رِ عَلى العُربِ النَواجي

So she is today, while she was barren, now fruitful,

Live days of celebration, in delight and elation,

ناشِرِ العَدلِ عَلى فَق

رٍ إِلَيهِ وَاِحتِياجِ

And remain what the dawn heralded, with smiles and elation,

And make the intentions of your enemies, objectives of the confused.

مُزنَةٍ يَومَ العَطاءِ

أَسَدٍ يَومِ الهِياجِ

باسِمٍ بَينَ العَوالي

مُسفِرٍ تَحتَ العَجاجِ

أَيُّها الراكِبُ أَخطا

رَ مَوامٍ وَفِجاجِ

مُنضِياً كَومَ المَطايا

بَينَ سَيرٍ وَاِدِّلاجِ

لِأَحاديثِ المُنا في

صَدرِهِ أَيُّ اِعتِلاجِ

لا يَرَى مَثوَى نَدىً يَح

تَلُّهُ طالِبُ حاجِ

لا تَضِق بِالهَمِّ ذَرعاً

كُلُّ هَمٍّ لِاِنفِراجِ

عُج عَلى رَبعِ أَبي الفَض

لِ تَعُج خَيرَ مَعاجِ

وَاِغنَ مِن مَورِدِهِ العَذ

بِ عَنِ الطَرقِ الأُجاجِ

يا جَواداً ما عَلى جو

دِ يَديهِ مِن رَتاجِ

سَكَنَت في دَهرِكَ الدَه

ماءُ مِن بَعدِ اِنزِعاجِ

أَنتَ ثَقَّفتَ قَناةَ ال

مُلكِ مِن بَعدِ اِعوِجاجِ

بِصُدورِ المَشرَفِيّا

تِ وَأَطرافِ الزِجاجِ

فَهوَ مِن رَأيِكَ كَالمُق

لَةِ صينَت بِالحِجاجِ

أَنتَ داوَيتَ زَماناً

كانَ مَعدومَ العِلاجِ

كانَ يَشكو قَبلَ تَدبي

رِكَ مِن سوءِ المِزاجِ

وَأَتَمَّت بِكَ أُمُّ ال

جودِ مِن بَعدِ الخِداجِ

فَهِيَ اليَومَ وَكانَت

عاقِراً ذاتُ نِتاجِ

فَاِلقَ أَيّامَ التَهاني

بِسُرورٍ وَاِبتِهاجِ

وَاِبقَ ما آذَنَ صُبحٌ

بِاِبتِسامِ وَاِبتِهاجِ

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