Sol 6.1

  1. أَطَلتُ وُقوفي عَلى بابِكُم

    وَما كانَ لي مِنكُم طائِلُ

    I have long stood at your door,

    Yet I have gained no benefit from you.

  2. وَأَصبَحَ بي مَجدُكُم حالِياً

    وَجيدِيَ مِن رِفدِكُم عاطِلُ

    And through me your glory has become adorned,

    While my neck is bare of your bounty.

  3. وَما زالَ يَنصُرُني خاطِري

    فَأَحسَنَ وَالحَظُّ لي خاذِلُ

    And my inspiration has never ceased to aid me;

    It has served me well, though fortune fails me.

  4. وَكَم قَد أَتَتني مِن سُخطِكُم

    صَواعِقُ ما بَعدَها وابِلُ

    And how often your wrath has sent me

    Thunderbolts followed by no downpour.

  5. وَلي فيكُم مِدَحٌ كَالرِياضِ

    باكَرَها العارِضُ الهاطِلُ

    And I have poems in your praise, like gardens

    Visited at dawn by a cloud pouring rain.

  6. تُناقِلُها في البِلادِ الرُواةُ

    وَعِندَكُم ذِكرُها خامِلُ

    Reciters circulate them throughout the lands,

    Yet among you their renown is dim.

  7. وَمِن عَجَبٍ أَن تُثابَ الرُواةُ

    عَليها وَقَد حُرِمَ القائِلُ

    And it is a wonder that the reciters are rewarded

    For them, while their poet is left unrewarded.