أيا مُنقذِي والحادثاتُ تَنوشُنِي

ودافِعَ همي إذ ترادَف بعَثُهُ

O my savior, though calamities make me their drink

And the sender of my concerns redoubles their dispatch

لسانِيَ عَن شكرِي أياديكَ مُفحَمٌ

وأنتَ فأَعلى من ثناءٍ أبُثُّهُ

My tongue is silenced from thanking your hands

While you are above any praise I may utter

تحمّلتَ عني كلَّ خطبٍ يَؤودُنِي

ونَاهَلْتَنِي عَيشي وقد بَان خُبثُهُ

You have borne for me every peril that harms me

And sustained my life though its wickedness was evident

فِدىً لك يَا طوعَ الإخاءِ أمينَهُ

على غَيبِهِ مُستكْرَهُ الوُدِّ رَثُّهُ

You ransomed, O trustee of brotherly devotion

Heedless of absence, the scattering of affection

نَسِيٌّ لما يُولَى ومَا طالَ عهدُه

ملُولٌ لَمن يَهوَى وما دام لَبثُهُ

Forgetful of what passes, no matter how long its term

Attached to whom you love, no matter how long their stay

وما أشتكِي شوقي إليكَ تجلُّداً

على أَنَّه بَلْبَالُ قَلبِي وَبثُّهُ

Nor do I complain of longing for you out of patience

Though it is the confusion of my heart and its pouring forth

وقاسَمَنِي قلبِي على الصّبرِ عنكُمُ

ولا عجبٌ إن بانَ بعدَكَ حنثُهُ

And my heart divided me upon patience from you

No wonder, after you, its breach appeared

وما زال يَثنِيه إليكَ حِفَاظُهُ

وغَدْرُ صُروفِ الدّهرِ عنك تَحثُّهُ

Still your guardian brings it inclining toward you

And the perfidy of fate's turns calls it from you

وشَاركَني فيهِ هَواكَ فهمُّهُ

وأفكارُه عِندي وعندَك مُكثُهُ

And shared with me in it your love, so its reasoning

And thoughts are with me and with you their dwelling

وما ضَعضَعَتْنِي الحادثاتُ وإنّني

كَعهدِكَ وعْرُ الخُلقِ في الخطبِ وَعْثُهُ

Nor did calamities shake me, though I

Am as you know the human race to be in woes and their mayhem

جَريءٌ على الأهوالِ والموتُ مُحجِمٌ

مَرِيرُ القُوَى والدّهرُ قد بان نَكْثُهُ

Bold toward terrors, and death a restrainer

Bitter of powers, and time's betrayal appeared

كَظُومٌ على غيظٍ يضيقُ بِهِ الحَشَا

فلستُ وإن آدَ اصطبارِي أَبثُّهُ

Oppressive in rage that narrows the breast

Yet I, though my forbearance seems lasting, do not vent it

ولم أَرِثِ اُلصَّبرَ الجميلَ كَلالَةً

ولكِنَّهُ عَن مُرشدٍ ليَ إرثُهُ

Nor did I inherit excellent patience out of weariness

Rather, it is from an enlightener to me, its legacy

عن المُمترِي أخْلافَ دهرٍ تَشابَهتْ

أطَايبُهُ إلاّ عَليه وغَثُّهُ

From the excellent, the epochs of time have resembled

No good in them but from him, and their rot

نَداهُ ربيعٌ يُنعشُ الناسَ سَيبُهُ

إذا اخْلَفَ الوسميُّ جَادَ مُلِثُّهُ

A spring hailed him, reviving people, its freshening

When the bleak one leaves, his malodorousness passes

يُضاعِفُ داءَ الحاسدينَ كَمالُهُ

على أَنّه يَشفي من الدَّاءِ نَفْثُهُ

His perfection doubles the sickness of enviers

Though it heals the disease with its breath