وَبارِدِ الظَلمِ شَتيتِ الثَغرِ
واهي المَواثيقِ مَعاً وَالخَصرِ
With the cold of injustice and scattered allure,
And weak pacts together and waist,
يَغضَبُ إِن شَبَّهتُهُ بِالبَدرِ
عِذارُهُ إِلى العُذولِ عُذري
He gets angry if I compare him to the full moon,
His excuse to aloofness is my excuse,
يَمطُلُني وَهوَ المَلِيُّ المُثري
قَد كُحِلَت جُفونُهُ بِسِحرِ
He makes me wait and he is the alluring king,
His eyelids are lined with magic,
قاسٍ كَأَنَّ قَلبَهُ مِن صَخرٍ
في خَدِّهِ ماءُ الشَبابِ يَجري
Harsh as if his heart is made of rock,
In his cheek the water of youth flows,
سِيّانِ إِعلاني بِهِ وَسِرّي
مَتى أُفيقُ في الهَوى مِن سُكري
Revealing my secret and public declaration of him,
When will I wake up from my drunkenness of passion?
وَمِن ثَناياهُ العِذابِ خَمري
ضِياءُ وَجهٍ وَظَلامُ شَعرِ
And from his folds is my wine of torment,
The light of a face and the darkness of hair,
قَد أَخَذا مِن جَلَدي وَصَبري
أَخذَ الصَباحِ وَالمَسا مِن عُمري
Have taken from my skin and patience,
Taking the morn and evening from my life,
إِذا شَكَوتُ في هَواهُ ضُرّي
عادَ إِلى عادَتِهِ في الغَدرِ
If I complain of his harm to me,
He returns to his habit of betrayal,
كَأَنَّني أَغرَيتُهُ بِهَجري
ما لي وَأَحداثَ اللَيالي الغُبرِ
As if I enticed him with my estrangement,
What do I have to do with the dusty nights?
قَد عَرَفتَني وَهيَ تُبدي نُكري
تَريشُ لي سِهامَها وَتَبري
You knew me while showing no recognition,
Sending me its arrows and being indifferent,
كَأَنَّها تَطلُبُني بِوِترِ
إِلامَ تَلقى ضُحُكي وَبِشري
As if seeking me with a bowstring,
Why does my laughter and good news meet,
بِوَجهِ جَهمِ الوَجهِ مُكفَهِرِّ
أَما عَلِمتِ ياصُروفَ دَهري
With a face grim and frowning?
Do you not know, O turner of my fate,
عِلمَ يَقينٍ صادِقٍ وَخِبرِ
أَنَّ جَلالَ الدينِ والي نَصري
True and certain knowledge and reports,
That Jalal Ad-Din is my helper
وَأَنَّهُ مِنَ الأَنامِ ذُخري
أَرتَعُ في جِنانِهِ المُخضَرِّ
And that he is the treasure of mankind for me!
I graze in his lush gardens,
يَضعَفُ عَن حَملِ نَداهُ شُكري
إِبنُ البُخاريِّ الكَريمُ النَجرِ
My gratitude is too weak to carry his benefaction,
The generous, noble, glorious son of Bukhari,
نَجلُ البَهاليلِ الكِرامِ الغُرِّ
القائِدُ الجَيشِ اللُهامِ المَجرِ
The offspring of the generous, noble, and free,
The leader of the courageous and sweeping army,
الوافِرُ العِرضِ المُباحُ الوَفرِ
الضَيِّقُ العُذرِ الرَحيبُ الصَدرِ
The abundant, licit, copious,
The narrow excuse, spacious chest,
مُحيِي السَماحِ وَمُميتُ الفَقرِ
غَمرُ الرِداءِ وَالعَطاءِ الغَمرِ
Reviver of generosity and killer of poverty,
Submerger with cloak and submersion in gifts,
باعَ الثَراءَ بِجَميلِ الذِكرِ
يَسحَبُ ذَيلي سودَدٍ وَفَخرِ
He sold affluence for the sake of good mention,
Dragging the train of my glorified blackness,
مَناقِبٌ مِثلُ النُجومِ اّلزُهرِ
تَفوتُ كُلَّ عَدَدٍ وَحَصرِ
Merits like the shining stars,
They escape all count and reckoning,
وَخُلُقٌ مِثلُ نَسيمِ الزَهرِ
وَراحَةٌ تُخجِلُ فَيضَ البَحرِ
And manners like the breeze of flowers,
And comfort that shames the torrent of seas,
يَروي الوَرى بِجودِ كَفٍّ ثَرِّ
يَقومُ في الجَدبِ مَقامَ القَطرِ
Watering mortals with the rain of generous palms,
Takes the place of rain in drought,
في مُخلِفِ الأَنواءِ مُقشَعِرِّ
أَقلامُهُ عَلى الرِماحِ تَزري
Shedding his frightening gloom,
His pens flow on the spears,
في حَلَباتِ المَكرُماتِ تَجري
تَمضى مُضاءَ المُرهَفاتِ البُترِ
They race in the arenas of gifts,
Going with the light of polished Indian swords,
تَقطَعُ في هامِ العِدى وَتَفري
إِلَيكَ يا سَيِّدَ أَهلِ العَصرِ
Severing in the zeal of enemies and swarming,
To you, O master of the people of the age,
رَفَعتُ بِالمَدحِ بَناتِ فِكري
كَرائِماً تُهدى لِغَيرِ صِهرِ
I have raised with praise the daughters of my thoughts,
As precious gifts offered to one not a brother-in-law,
نَزَّهتُها عَن خَطَلٍ وَهُجرِ
تَبرا إِلَيكَ مِن عُيوبِ الشِعرِ
I have protected them from errors and estrangement,
Innocently coming to you from the flaws of poetry,
عَروضُها سالِمَةٌ مِن كَسرِ
تَمَلَّ مِنها بِالحَصانِ البِكرِ
Their meters safe from imperfections,
Adorned for you in the dress of the untouched camel,
مِثلِ العَروسِ أُبرِزَت مِن خِدرِ
نَظَمتُها نَظمَ عُقودِ الدُرِّ
Like a bride brought out from her tent,
I have composed it in the form of a pearl necklace,
أُشرِقُ في سالِفَةٍ وَنَحرِ
يُضحي بِها عِرضُ الكَريمِ الحُرِّ
I shine in an ancient and pure lineage,
In which the honor of the noble freeman is sacrificed,
ذا أَرَجٍ مِن طيبِها وَنَشرِ
كَأَنَّهُ مُضَمَّخٌ بِعِطرِ
With a bouquet from its perfume and strewing,
As if smeared with fragrance,
بِالشَفعِ يا رَبَّ العُلى وَالوِترِ
وَبِالحَجيجِ وَاللَيالي العَشرِ
I ask you by the judge and the odd prayer,
And the pilgrimage and the ten nights,
وَبِالصَفا وَزَمزَمٍ وَالحُجرِ
هَب لِجَلالِ الدينِ طولَ العُمرِ
And Safa, Zamzam and the Black Stone,
Grant to Jalal Ad-Din a long life,
وَاِشدُد بِهِ في الحادِثاتِ إِزري
يا مَن يُجيبُ دَعوَةَ المُضطَرِّ
And strengthen me through him in tribulations,
O You who answers the call of the distressed!
أَجِب دُعائي وَتَقَبَّل نَذري
أَسعِدهُ يا رَبِّ بِهَذا الَشَهرِ
Respond to my prayer and accept my vow,
Bring him happiness, O Lord, in this month,
سَعادَةً تَبقَى بَقاءَ الدَهرِ
في خَفضِ عَيشٍ وَاِرتِفاعِ قَدرِ
A happiness that remains for eternity,
In lowly and high station,
ما اِفتَرَّ لَيلٌ عَن بَياضِ فَجرِ
وَما دَعَت هاتِفَةٌ في وَكرِ
No night has invented against the whiteness of dawn,
Nor did a caller call in a den,
بِشاهِقِ الذُروَةِ مُشمَخِرِّ
With the towering summit sneering!
