فَيا أخَا العزمِ يَطوِي البيدُ مُنصَلِتاً
في سَيرِه عن مَسير العَاصفاتِ وَحَى
O brother of determination whose course bends the tall spears
Surpassing the pace of storms in his march
قل للمهذَّبِ في فَضلٍ وفي خُلُقِ
وللبليغِ إذا مَا جدَّ أو مَزَحَا
Say to the well-mannered, excelling in merit and character
And to the eloquent, whether earnest or jesting
من ينثُرُ الدُّرَّ في نَثرِ الكتابَةِ إنْ
شاءً وينظمُهُ في النَّظمِ إن مَدَحَا
He who scatters pearls in the spread of his writing
At will, and strings them in verse when praising
من لَفظُه تُسكِرُ الصّاحِي فصاحَتُهُ
ولَو وَعَى فَضلَه ذُو سَكْرَةٍ لَصَحَا
His words inebriate even the sober—his eloquence—
Had one drunk on his excellence been aware, he would have recovered
أتتكَ مُغرِبَةُ الأنباءِ مُعربَةً
عن مُخلِصٍ إن دنَا في الوُدّ أو نَزَحَا
The news came to you in Arabic, translating
On behalf of a loyal friend, whether he drew near in love or turned away
فاسمَعْ فَلا زِلتَ للخيراتِ مُستمِعاً
أُعجُوبةً مثلُها في الكُتْبِ ما شُرِحَا
So listen—you never ceased hearing good things—
To a wonder the books have never explained
مولايَ إن سدّ عنّي بابَ أنعُمِهِ
ولم يزَل للوَرَى بالفضْلِ مُنْفَتِحَا
My lord, if he closed to me the door of his favors
Which always stood open to mankind in kindness
ولَم يَجُدْ لي بطَرفٍ من مواهِبهِ
وكم حَبانِي وكم أسْنَى ليَ المِنَحَا
And found for me no glance of his gifts—
How he lavished me! How he heaped gifts upon me!
فجُودُه السّكبُ إن أكْدَتْ مخَايِلُهُ
يَوماً فكم سَحَّ بالنُّعمى وكم سَفَحَا
His pouring forth when my imaginations insisted
How it gushed with bounty and overflowed!
وكم له من يَدٍ عندي تزيدُ عَلى
ما سَامَه الأملُ المشتَطُّ واقْتَرحَا
How many a hand from him I have in addition to
What ambitious hope requested and begged for!
أقلّ ما نِلتُ من جَدْوَى يديهِ غِنَىً
ما ساءَني بَعدَه مَن ضَنَّ أو سَمحَا
The least I gained from his benevolence is wealth
After which no miser’s meanness saddened me nor any spendthrift’s excess
لقد غَنِيتُ به عنه كما غَنِيَ ال
غديرُ بالسّحبِ عنْها بعد ما طَفَحَا
I have been enriched by him beyond need of him
As an abundant spring, once it overflows, is self-sufficient
لكن بقلبِيَ همٌّ زاد سورَتَهُ
وهْمٌ إذا قلتُ يخبُو زَندُهُ قَدَحَا
Yet in my heart there is a care which compounds its image
A phantom that, when I say it hides, flickers into view
أظَنّ بي العَجْزَ في الحربِ العَوانِ وهَل
لها سِوايَ من الأبطالِ قُطبُ رَحَى
I fear in myself inadequacy in time of war and turmoil—
And does it have, apart from me, heroes, the pivot of the millstone?
فقُلْ له جدَّدَ اللهُ البقَاءَ لَهُ
ما شَقَّ جَيبَ الدّجَى صُبحٌ وما وَضَحَا
So say to him, may God renew his existence forever
Whether dawn has rent the cloak of darkness or the day has shone clear
كم قد بَعثْتُ إلى عَلياكَ من أَمَلٍ
أنلتَنِيه وكم من مَطلَبٍ نَجَحَا
How many hopes have I sent to your sublime presence
Which you granted me! How many requests you fulfilled!
وأنتَ من لو حَبا الدّنيَا بأجمَعِها
لم يُرضِه ما حَبَا منها وما مَنَحَا
While you—if the world proffered itself to you entire
You would not be pleased by its offer, nor by its gift
وما سَلِمْتَ فذنبُ الدَّهرِ مُغْتَفَرٌ
وصرْفُهُ ما جَنى جُرماً ولا اجْتَرَحَا
You are cleared of the guilt of time and its caprice
Neither did it gather sins nor make mistakes