شَمولٌ إِلى نيرانِها أَبَداً نَعشو

لِتُنعِشَنا مِن بَعدِ ما ضَمَّنا نَعشُ

We eagerly desire its flames forever, to revive us after we lie dead

So that they may revive us, after we are interred

شُغِفنا بِها وَالعِزُّ قَد مَدَّ ظِلَّهُ

عَلَينا وَوَجهُ الأَرضِ هَشٌّ لَنا بَشُّ

We craved them, and glory spread its shade over us

And the face of the earth is humble to us, good news

شَقيقَةُ خَدٍّ بِالسُرورِ مُدَرَّجٍ

بِها وَلِوَقعِ الماءِ في خَدِّها خَدشُ

The cheek's mate—happiness adorns it

Because of the falling of water upon her cheek, a scratch

شَهَرنا عَلَيها لِلمِزاجِ صَوارِماً

إِذا عَمِلَت ما لِلجِراحِ بِها أَرشُ

We unleashed upon it, to the moods, piercing swords

When they did what wounds could do with them, a slight cut

شَمولُ عُقارٍ في أَكُفِّ أَهِلَّةٍ

لَها لَهَبٌ وَهمُ الظَلامِ بِها يَرشو

The flames of aromatics in the hands of sweet girls

It has flames and the darkness with it flows

شُعاعٌ غَدا طَرفُ المَسَرَّةِ شاخِصاً

أَليهِ وَأَحداقُ الهُمومِ بِهِ عُمشُ

A beam, tomorrow the blinking of joy will be erect toward it

And the glances of sorrows with it are blinded

شَدَدتُ بِها أَزرَ السُرورِ وَزَرتُها

بِفِتيانِ صِدقٍ لَيسَ في وُدِّهِم غِشُّ

I bound about me the robe of joy, and clothed it

With sincere lads—there is no cheating in their affection

شَبابٌ وَلَكِن في العُلومِ مَشايِخٌ

إِذا خوطِبوا بَشّوا وَإِن سُئِلوا بَشّوا

Youth, but in knowledge, elders

When addressed they rejoiced, and when asked they rejoiced

شَهِدنا زَواجَ الراحِ وَالماءِ وَالنَدى

عَلَيهِم نِثارٌ وَالرِياضُ لَهُ فَرشُ

We witnessed the wedding of (cool) wind, water, and dew

Blessings upon them, and the meadows are their bed

شَدَت إِذ بَدَت تُجلى عَلى كُلِّ قَينَةٍ

كَبِلقيسَ حُسناً وَالجَمالُ لَها عَرشُ

She appeared, manifesting herself to every sweetheart

Like Queen Bilqis in beauty, and for her the throne's pavilion

شَرِبنا وَقَد حاكَ الرَبيعُ مَطارِفاً

حِساناً لِدَمعِ الطَلِّ مِن فَوقِها رَشُّ

We drank, while Spring wove charms

Beautifully, from the dangling tear above it spray

شِباكٌ عَلى خَدِّ الهِضابِ يَبُثُّها

بِكارٌ وَفي كَفِّ الوِهادِ بِها نَقشُ

A hunting ground on the cheek of hillocks displaying it

Able and in the palm of the preserve on it an inscription

شَمَمنا أَريجاً مِن شَذاً بِأَنيقَةٍ

تَشارَكَ في ديباجِها الطَلُّ وَالطَشُّ

We smelled a scent of aroma with a graceful doe

In whose splendor the hanging down (of branches) and the covering share

شِعابٌ مِنَ الحَدباءِ يُضحِكُها الحَيا

وَيَحرُسُنا بَأسُ اِبنِ أُرتُقَ وَالبَطشُ

Valleys amid the curved sandy hills, tickled by live (serpents)

And protected by the might of Ibn Urtuq and his violence

شُجاعٌ تَرى مَتنَ الجِيادِ مِهادَهُ

وَتَألَمُ جَنبَيهِ الوَسائِدُ وَالفُرشُ

A courageous (horse), you can see the back of steeds as his bed

And his sides hurt by the cushions and quilts

شَبَبةُ سُلَيمانَ الزَمانِ إِذا غَدا

تَحُفُّ بِهِ في سَيرِهِ الطَيرُ وَالوَحشُ

A young gazelle of Solomon of time, when it walks

The birds and beasts throng about him

شِهابٌ لَهُ الشَهباءُ أُفٌُ وَمَطلَعٌ

وَشَمسُ عُيونِ الخَطبِ مِن نورِها تَعشو

A shooting star, for it falling stars are fuel, and a place of rising

And the suns of the eyes of girls in love glow from its light

شَهِيٌّ إِلَيهِ في النَدى بَذلُ مالِهِ

وَأَبغَضُ شَيءٍ عِندَهُ الجَمعُ وَالفَرشُ

A generous man, for it he spends his money in the dew

And the most hateful thing to him are possessions and bedding

شَديدُ القُوى مِن مَعشَرٍ أَلِفوا الوَغى

إِذا نَهَضَ المِقدامُ مِن شَرِّها يَنشو

Strong in energy, from a tribe who befriended battle

When the valiant arises from its evil, he flees

شُفاةٌ كُفاةٌ لا المَواثيقُ عِندَهُم

تُضاعُ وَلا الأَسرارُ مِن بَينِهِم تَفشو

Discreet persons, adequate persons, covenants with them

Are not broken, and secrets are not divulged among them

شَريفٌ لَهُ نارانِ لِلحَربِ وَالقِرى

تَلوحُ بِها في اللَيلِ أَلوِيَةٌ رُعشُ

A noble man, he has two fires for war and the abodes

With them there loom in the night banners trembling

شُواظُ وَغىً كُلٌّ يُحاذِرَ وَقدَها

وَنارُ قِرىً كُلٌّ إِلى ضَوئِها يَعشو

Clamors and tumults, each takes precautions from its sparks

And the fire of homesteads, each toward its light flees

شِفارُ مَواضيهِ إِذا هِيَ جُرِّدَت

فَأَيسَرُ مَقتولٍ بِها اللَومُ وَالفُحشُ

The lips of its plains, when they are bared

How easy to blame for it and revile the slain

شَقَقنَ قُلوبَ الحادِثاتِ بِوَقعِها

وَشارَكَتِ الأَقدارَ أَقلامُهُ الرُقشُ

It clove the hearts of events with its impact

And its pens shared with the fates scoring

شِعارُكَ يا نَجمَ المُلوكِ وَبَدرَها

سَماحُ يَدٍ طِفلُ الثَناءِ بِها يَنشو

Your slogan, O star of kings and their full moons

Is a generous hand, the child of praise with it grows up

شَغَلتَ صُروفَ الحادِثاتِ عَنِ الوَرى

فَأَبصارُها كُمهٌ وَأَسماعُها طُرشُ

You distracted the course of events from mankind

So their sights are blindness and their hearings deafness

شَنَنتَ عَلى الأَعداءِ غارَةَ عَزمَةٍ

فَبادَت وَلَمّا يُغنِها النَبلُ وَالبَطشُ

You attacked the enemies with a raid of resolve

So they perished, and neither arrows nor might could avail them

شَكَكتَ كُلاها في رِماحٍ كَأَنَّها

أَفاعٍ لَها في كُلِّ جارِحَةٍ نَهشُ

You implanted both doubt in spears as if

For each limb they had in them a fang that bites

وَشَرَّفتُ مَدحي يا مُغرِقَ الوَرى

بِجودٍ هَتونِ المُزنِ في ضِمنِهِ طَشُّ

And I ennobled my praise, O overwhelmer of mankind

With generosity: the honey of bees is sting to it