1. صارَمتُ بعدكَ أَشجاني فَلا تَلُمِ

    وَبِعتُ وعرَ الهَوى بِالمنهجِ الأممِ

    I broke with my sorrows after you; do not blame me.

    I traded love's rough ground for the easy, open road.

  2. لا تَحسَبنّي أَضفت الحبّ في كَبدي

    إلّا وَللحزمِ منّي أَكبر الهممِ

    Do not think I lodged love in my liver

    without reserving my greatest care for prudence.

  3. ما غادَرَت شَرفَ العلياء في وَطري

    بقيّةٌ للتصابي باِبنةِ الحلمِ

    The heights of glory left no room within my desires

    for lingering dalliance with a daughter of dreams.

  4. جَنيتَ منّي ثماراً لَستَ مُنبِتَها

    تاللَّه ما أَينعت إلّا عَلى ديمِ

    You harvested from me fruits you did not grow;

    by God, they ripened only under steady rains.

  5. سقياً لمن لم يمشّ الرّأيُ مُهجتهُ

    في فائتٍ بينَ طرقِ العذرِ والندمِ

    May rain bless him whose lifeblood thought has not drained

    over what is past, between the paths of excuse and regret.

  6. إِذا اِمرؤٌ أَخلَفت أنواءُ خلّتهِ

    سَقاك مِن ودّه بِالوابلِ العرمِ

    When someone's friendship-clouds fail to bring rain,

    he waters you from his affection with a raging downpour.

  7. يا ربّ نافِر ودٍّ بتُّ أُونِسهُ

    وَأنتضي قَلبهُ من خلّةِ السّقمِ

    How many a man, shy in affection, I have spent the night soothing,

    drawing his heart out of its state of sickness.

  8. ما زِلت أُغري بهِ حِلمي وَأمنحهُ

    عَزمي وَأَقري هَواهُ الصفوَ من هممي

    I kept urging my forbearance toward him, and granting him

    my resolve, serving his affection the purest of my aspirations,

  9. حتّى فككتُ ذِمامَ المَجدِ مِن عُنُقي

    فيهِ وَبرّأَني مِن عهدةِ الكرمِ

    until I unfastened glory's pledge from my neck

    in his regard, and he freed me from generosity's obligation.

  10. ما لي وَللدّهرِ يُصديني لأنقَعَ مِن

    حِياضهِ دونَ ما ينويهِ شربُ دَمي

    What have I to do with Time, which makes me thirst to drink from

    its pools, though drinking my blood falls short of its designs?

  11. شَرَقتُ منك بِكأسِ الضّيمِ إِن وقعت

    نَجواك مِن أُذني إلّا عَلى صممِ

    May I choke on your cup of humiliation if

    your whisper ever meets anything but deafness in my ear.

  12. سَلني عن الزّمن المَعسولِ منهلهُ

    فربَّ قولٍ جَلا عن ناظر الفهمِ

    Ask me about Time, whose watering-place is honeyed;

    for many a word has cleared the eye of understanding.

  13. رَكبتُ منهُ جموحاً لا تكفكفهُ

    عَن بعدِ غايَته مَذروبةُ اللُّجُمِ

    I mounted a headstrong steed of it, not to be restrained

    from its distant goal by even the sharpest bits.

  14. وَسرّني بِمعانٍ لَم تَرِث بيَدي

    فَما حَصلتُ بِها إلّا عَلى الوكمِ

    It delighted me with prospects that did not linger in my hand;

    yet I gained nothing from them but grief.

  15. قَد كانَ يَطغى عليَّ الدّهر من خلقٍ

    فَاِنظُر إِليهِ وقَد أَرضعته شِيَمي

    Time once tyrannized over me by nature;

    so look at it now that I have suckled it on my virtues.

  16. حَسبي منَ العيشِ ما لا تَستَكينُ لَه

    نَفسي ولا أَتقاضاهُ على قَدمي

    Enough for me is a livelihood that does not abase

    my soul, and that I need not go on foot to claim.

  17. فَلو تَكون العَطايا وفقَ مُنيتها

    جَرت ينابيعُ وفرِ الجاشعِ القرمِ

    Were gifts to match the wishes made for them,

    the greedy, ravenous man's wealth would gush in springs.

  18. وَما أُبالي إِذا ما كنتُ مجتهداً

    ألّا أَفوزَ بِما أَهوى من القسمِ

    I do not care, so long as I have striven,

    if I fail to win the share I desire.

  19. للَّه نَفسي تَقاضى إربةً عجباً

    مِنها تبسّم ثغرُ الشيبِ في اللِّممِ

    God bless my soul, pressing a desire so strange

    that gray hair's mouth smiled at it amid my locks.

  20. وربّما أَدركَ الإنسانُ ثَروتَهُ

    ممّا يراهُ الورى أَدنى إلى العدمِ

    Sometimes a man attains his wealth

    from what people deem closest to destitution.

  21. وَما اِنتِفاعي ببردِ الماءِ أَشربهُ

    وَبينَ جنبيّ قلبٌ لَيس بالشبِمِ

    What benefit is the cool water I drink,

    when between my sides is a heart that is not cool?

  22. دَعني أقلقلُ أَحشاءَ البلادِ فَما

    غَضارةُ العَيشِ إلّا مِن ذرا الألمِ

    Let me shake the entrails of the lands, for

    life's lushness comes only from the summits of pain.

  23. إِذا أَطارَت يَميني عُنقَ مُرهَفِها

    فَلا ذِمامَ على الأجسادِ للقممِ

    When my right hand sends its keen blade's neck flying,

    bodies owe their heads no pledge of safety.

  24. وَإِن عَلَت نَبعَتي أَكتافَ بادِرَتي

    فَقُل لِصرفِ الرّدى إِن شئتَ فَاِقتحمِ

    And if my bow rises over my shoulder's ridges,

    tell the onslaught of death: 'Charge in, if you wish!'

  25. حَسبُ المَعالي بِأنّي نِلتُ غايَتها

    وَأنّني زيرُها مِن سائرِ الأممِ

    It suffices lofty deeds that I have reached their utmost,

    and that, among all peoples, I am their lover.

  26. وَكيفَ لا تُلهِبُ الأفلاكَ هاجرتي

    وَمِن زنادِ اِبن موسى يَعتلي ضرمي

    How could my noonday heat not set the spheres ablaze,

    when my blaze rises from Ibn Musa's flint?

  27. فرعٌ قَفا إِثر أُولاه فَأَدرَكها

    كَما قَفت طلعةُ الإِصباحِ للظلمِ

    A scion who followed his forebears' tracks and overtook them,

    as the face of morning follows darkness.

  28. مَن كَالحُسين إِذا ما الخيلُ أَطربها

    قَرعُ الفَوارسِ بِالهنديّةِ الخذمِ

    Who is like al-Husayn, when the horses are thrilled

    by the knights' clash with keen Indian swords,

  29. وَذوّب الصّبر في أَحشاء حاملةٍ

    وَهجٌ منَ المَوتِ أَو مسٌّ منَ السأمِ

    and patience melts in the entrails of one who bears it

    from a blaze of death or a touch of weariness?

  30. يَمضي لأوّلِ عَزمٍ زارَ هاجِسَهُ

    لا يَستَريحُ لإِحجامٍ إلى التُّهمِ

    He advances at the first resolve that visits his mind,

    never resting in retreat that courts suspicion,

  31. بِكلِّ نَصلٍ عَلى الآجالِ متّهمٍ

    لَكِنّه في المَعالي غيرُ متَّهمِ

    with every blade suspected of dealing death,

    yet above suspicion in lofty deeds.

  32. تَقَسُّمُ البيضِ في الهَيجاءِ عادتُهُ

    فالدَّمُّ للتربِ وَالأشلاءُ للرخمِ

    He is wont to apportion with bright blades in battle:

    blood to the dust, and limbs to vultures.

  33. لا يَبتَغي ذِمّةً مِن غَيرِ نَجدتهِ

    إنّ الشّجاعَةَ فيها أَوثقُ الذممِ

    He seeks no protection beyond his own valor;

    in courage lie the surest pledges of protection.

  34. كَم مَوردٍ شَجَتِ الأَبطالَ جَرعتُهُ

    أَشبعتَ سغبَ الظّبا فيه من البهمِ

    How many a watering-place whose draught choked champions—

    there you sated the blade-edges' hunger with armored warriors.

  35. وَموقفٍ تستزلُّ الرِّجلَ جمرتُهُ

    أَرشدتَ عُميَ القنا فيه إلى اللقمِ

    And many a battlefield whose embers made feet slip—

    there you guided blind spears to their morsels.

  36. تَخوضُ بَحرَ الرّدى وَالمجدُ ساحِلهُ

    بِوَجهِ مُغتفرٍ أَو فعلِ منتقمِ

    You wade through death's sea, with glory its shore,

    with a pardoner's face or an avenger's deed,

  37. إِذ لا حُشاشةَ إلّا في فَمٍ حنقٍ

    وَلا يدٌ للرّدى إلّا عَلى كظمِ

    when no remnant of life lies outside a wrathful maw,

    and Death's hand rests on nothing but a throat.

  38. لا يُحرزُ العزّ إلّا كلّ مُنصلتٍ

    يَرمي الوغى بِجنانٍ غيرِ مُحتَشمِ

    Only a bold assailant secures honor,

    hurling an unshrinking heart into battle,

  39. مُجذّبِ الفكرِ في العَلياءِ مقتَسِمٍ

    لَن يَجمع المَجد إلّا كلّ مقتسمِ

    his thoughts drawn many ways toward greatness, a sharer—

    for none gathers glory but one who shares.

  40. يا مَن أمالَ لهُ الآمالَ سُؤددهُ

    كَما تُميلُ الصّبا خرعوبةَ السلمِ

    O you whose sovereignty bends hopes toward him,

    as the east wind bends a slender acacia branch,

  41. لا تَرضَ لي بِالهوَينا لَستُ صاحِبها

    القلُّ لِلقلِّ وَالإعظامُ للعظمِ

    do not approve an easy pace for me; I am not its companion.

    Small things suit the small; great honor suits greatness.

  42. هَل يُنسَبُ النّاسُ عَضباً لا تحكّمُهُ

    في شاهِقاتِ الطّلى إلّا إِلى الهممِ

    Do men ascribe a keen blade you do not give mastery

    over towering necks to anything but high resolve?

  43. لهان خطبُ لِيوثِ الغابِ ما رَضِيَت

    تأبّداً في بطونِ الغيلِ والأجمِ

    The might of forest lions would be slight, were they content

    with seclusion in the depths of woods and reedbeds.

  44. يَأبى لَكَ اللَّه إلّا مثلَ عادَتهِ

    في حاسِديك فَدم في شكرها تَدُمِ

    God wills for you nothing but His customary favor

    against your enviers; persist in gratitude for it, and it will endure.

  45. قَد أَفرغوا الكيدَ لَو أَملى القضاءُ لهم

    وَاِستَيقَظوا غيرَ أنّ الحينَ لم ينمِ

    They would have poured out their guile, had fate granted them time;

    they stayed awake, but their doom did not sleep.

  46. وَفّاهُمُ البَغيُ أَجرَ العاملينَ بِهِ

    وَزارِعُ البغيِ يجني خوطَة النِّقمِ

    Injustice paid those who practiced it their wages;

    the sower of injustice reaps a bough of vengeance.

  47. ما روّعوا مِنكَ إلّا غَيرَ مُنتهرٍ

    وَلا رَموا منكَ إلّا غَير مُنهدمِ

    They alarmed in you only one who cannot be cowed,

    and struck at nothing in you that could be brought down.

  48. تَهنّ يَوماً سَقاك اللَّه مِن يدهِ

    غَيثاً تروّض منهُ مَنبتُ النِّعمِ

    Rejoice in a day when God watered you from His hand

    with rain that turned the seedbed of blessings into a garden.

  49. وَاِعقر بِذا العيد آمال العُداةِ لَنا

    فَإنّها بالرّدى أَولى منَ النعمِ

    Slaughter our enemies' hopes for us this feast,

    for they deserve death more than the cattle do.

  50. فَطالَما رَفَلت فينا عَساكِرهُ

    وَأنتَ ترفلُ في مُستودعِ الحرمِ

    For long its armies have strutted among us,

    while you walked in splendor within the sanctuary's shelter.

  51. بِالشّعرِ مَفخرُ مَن قلّت فَضائلهُ

    وَمفخرُ الشعرِ أَن حلّيتُهُ كلمي

    Poetry is the boast of one whose virtues are few;

    and poetry's boast is that I adorned it with my words.

  52. لَولاك لم أَجرِ طرفي في سَرارتهِ

    وَلا أَدرتُ لَه للسامِعين فَمي

    But for you, I would not have raced my steed over its choicest ground,

    nor turned my mouth to recite it for listeners.