وقالوا سكت اليوم قلتُ رويدكم
أما بلغتْ أعذاريَ الشعراءَ
They said, “You have fallen silent today.” I said, “Be patient.”
Have my excuses not reached the poets?
وما ليَ والشعر السياسيّ بعد ما
وجدت قلوبَ القوم منه خلاءَ
And what have I to do with political poetry, after
I found the people's hearts empty of it?
وما ليَ والأحزاب من بعد ما ابتلتْ
تجاريبيَ الأحزابَ والزعماءَ
And what have I to do with the parties, after the test
my experiences put the parties and leaders through?
تساووا فما هذا إليَّ بمحسن
صنيعاً ولا هذا إليَّ أساءَ
They were all alike: this one did me no kindness
in his dealings, nor did that one do me harm.
أأهوى فريقاً لا يرد تحيةً
وأجفو فريقاً لا يحسُّ جفاءَ
Should I love a faction that returns no greeting,
and shun a faction that feels no rebuff?
وكم ليَ من فضِل رأى القومُ أنه
فضولٌ ومن حق دعوه عطاءَ
And how many a merit of mine the people deemed
meddling, and how many a right they called a gift!
وإني لمستغن بترك الذي به
يُطيل سواي التيهَ والخيلاءَ
And I am indeed self-sufficient in forsaking that by which
others prolong their conceit and swagger.
غزانيَ بالأوراق غاز وإنها
لأنفذُ من بأس الجنودِ قضاءَ
A raider assailed me with papers, and indeed they
are more decisive in judgment than the might of armies.
ووفيت ناساً من دمائيَ حقهم
ولم أستطع للآخرين وفاءَ
And I paid some people their due out of my blood,
and could not repay the others.
وغاضبني الإخوان حتى كأنني
غريم يقاضي منهمُ غرماءَ
And my friends quarreled with me, until I seemed
a creditor suing debtors among them.
وولّى هباءً أمس ما ملكتْ يدي
فهل يتولى ما كتبت هباءَ
And yesterday what my hand possessed vanished as dust;
so will what I have written vanish as dust?
ومن نكد الدنيا اتهامي من الألى
أخذتهمُ في غمرتي شُفعاءَ
And among this world's miseries is my being accused by those
whom I took as intercessors in my distress.
تمنيتُ من يشري حياتي بعبئها
فلم ألق بيعاً مجدياً وشراءَ
I wished for someone to buy my life with its burden,
but found no profitable sale or purchase.
وما ضر شعري غير فقدي رواية
إذا ضر غيري فقده الكرماءَ
And nothing harmed my poetry but its not being passed on,
while others were harmed by their lack of generous benefactors.
عفاءٌ على الفن الذي كم حملته
وما كان إلا محنةً وبلاءَ
May oblivion fall upon the art I have so often borne—
and it was nothing but an ordeal and affliction.
Sol 6.1