1. أَطاعَ دمعي وصبري في الغرام عَصى

    والقلبُ جرّعَ من كأس الهوى غصصا

    My tears obeyed, but my patience rebelled in love.

    And my heart was made to gulp choking draughts from passion's cup.

  2. وإنَّ صفو حياتي ما يكدِّره

    إلاّ اشتياقي إلى أَحبابيَ الخلصا

    Nothing troubles the serenity of my life

    Except my longing for my truehearted beloveds.

  3. ما أَطيبَ العيشَ بالأحباب لو وصلوا

    وأَسعدَ القلبَ مِن بلواه لو خللصا

    How sweet life with loved ones would be, if they granted union,

    And how happy the heart, if freed from its affliction!

  4. زمُّوا فؤادي وصبري والكرى معهم

    غداةَ بانوا وزمُّوا للنّوى القلصا

    They tethered my heart, my patience, and sleep to travel with them

    The morning they departed, bridling young she-camels for the journey away.

  5. وقفتُ أُتبِعهم قلبي يسايرهم

    وأُرسلُ الدَّمعَ في آثارِهم قَصصا

    I stood, sending my heart after them to journey beside them,

    And sent tears tracking in their footsteps.

  6. ومقلة طالما قرَّتْ برؤيتهم

    أَضحى السُّهادُ لها من بعدِهم رمصا

    An eye so often gladdened by seeing them—

    Since their departure, sleeplessness has become its rheum.

  7. لم تحدر الدَّمعَ إلاّ أَنّها رفعتْ

    إلى الأحبةِ من كربِ الهوى قصصا

    It let its tears fall only to raise

    To the beloveds petitions of love's anguish.

  8. رخصتُ بعدَ غلائي في محبتكم

    وربَّ غالٍ عزيزٍ هانَ إذ رخصا

    I became cheap, once precious, through loving you;

    Many a precious, cherished one is abased when cheapened.

  9. أَرى أَمانيَّ منكم غيرَ صادقةٍ

    كذا حديث المنى ما زال مخترصا

    I find my hopes of you untrue;

    So have the tales of wishes always been fabricated.

  10. يا هل تعودُ ظلالُ العيشِ سابغةً

    وكيف يرجعُ عيشٌ ظلُّهُ قلصا

    Ah, will life's shades spread full again?

    How can a life return whose shade has shrunk?

  11. وحبّذا فُرَصٌ للدَّهرِ ممكنةٌ

    والدَّهرُ من لم تزلْ أَوقاتُهُ فرصا

    How welcome are the opportunities Time affords,

    For Time is one whose hours have always been opportunities.

  12. لهفي على عُنْفُوانِ العمرِ كيف مضى

    عني وشيكاً ولما تمّ لي نقصا

    Alas for life's prime—how it passed

    So swiftly from me, diminishing just as it reached fullness!

  13. ما كنتُ أَعلمُ ريعانَ الصِّبا حلماً

    إذا انقضى أَصبحتْ لذّاته نُغصا

    I never knew youth's bloom to be a dream

    Whose pleasures, once it passed, would turn to vexations.

  14. أَيامَ أَخلعُ في اللهوِ العذارَ كما

    أَهوى وأَلبسُ من أَطرابهِ قُمصا

    Those days when I cast off the bridle in play, as

    I pleased, and donned shirts of its delights;

  15. أَيامَ لا رَشَئي يعتادُهُ مَلَلٌ

    ولا رِشاء الصِّبا من قبضتي ملصا

    Those days when my gazelle knew no weariness,

    Nor did youth's rope slip from my grasp;

  16. إذ الليالي بما أَهوى مُساعفتي

    تدني إلى النُّجحِ آمالاً إليَّ قصى

    When the nights obliged me in all I desired,

    Bringing hopes far from me close to success.

  17. أَروحُ ذا مَرَحٍ بالوصل مبتهجاً

    أَنالهُ سُؤله من دهره الحصصا

    I went forth a joyous man, delighted in union,

    Whose wish had won him his allotted shares from Time.

  18. أَطاعت الغانيات الغيد منه فتىً

    إذا لحي في هَواهنَّ العذول عصى

    In him the graceful beauties obeyed a youth

    Who, reproached for loving them, defied the faultfinder.

  19. ما بالُهنَّ زهدْنَ اليومَ فيه وقد

    أَفادَهُ الشَيبُ تجريباً وثقلَ حصى

    Why have they shunned him today, when

    Gray hair has brought him experience and weighty judgment?

  20. كرِهْنَ بعدَ سوادِ شيبِ لمّتهِ

    لما رأَينَ بياضاً خلْنَهُ بَرَصا

    They disliked the gray in his locks after their blackness,

    Seeing whiteness, they mistook it for leprosy.

  21. بمهتجي رشأٌ قلبي له قنصٌ

    فيا له رشأ للأُسدِ مُقتنصا

    My life's blood for a gazelle whose quarry is my heart!

    What a gazelle he is, a hunter of lions!

  22. تمضي عزائمهُ في قتلِ عاشقهِ

    عمداً ويطلبُ في تعذيبهِ الرُّخَصا

    His resolves advance toward killing his lover

    Deliberately, while he seeks dispensations for tormenting him.

  23. يا لائماً بشِباكِ العذلِ يقنصني

    ولستُ إلاَّ لأشراكِ الهوى قَنَصا

    O reproacher, hunting me with nets of blame,

    I am prey to passion's snares alone.

  24. بغيتَ راحة من تعتاصُ سلوته

    وأَتعبُ الناسِ من يبغي الذي عَوِصا

    You sought ease for one whose consolation is elusive;

    Most weary is he who pursues the intractable.

  25. لا تحرصنَّ على ما أَنتَ طالبُه

    فربّما حُرمَ المطلوبَ من حرصا

    Do not be over-eager for what you seek;

    Often the eager man is denied his goal.

  26. تبغي بقرعِ عصا التقريع لي رَشَداً

    كما ينبّأ ذو حلم بقرع عصا

    You seek to guide me by tapping rebuke's staff,

    As a man of understanding is alerted by a staff's tap.

  27. أَقصرْ فلي شَعَفٌ بالمجدِ طالَ له

    باعي وطرفُ حسودي دونه بخصا

    Desist! I have a passion for glory, toward which

    My reach stretches far, while my envier's eye is gouged out short of it.

  28. وأنصفَ الدهر كان الفضل في دَعَةٍ

    منه وعاثرُ حظِّ الفضل منتعصا

    Were Time just, merit would be at ease

    At its hands, and merit's stumbling fortune would stand upright.

  29. ربَّى الزَّمانُ بنيه شرَّ تربيةٍ

    فالجهلُ ذو بطنةٍ والفضلُ قد خمصا

    Time has raised its children with the worst upbringing:

    Ignorance is potbellied, while merit is hollow with hunger.

  30. ولا زمانُ الإمام المستضيء لنا

    لما امتحى ذنب أَيامي ولا محصا

    But for our Imam al-Mustadi's reign,

    The sin of my days would not have been erased or purged.

  31. مَن أَلزم اللّه كلَّ الخلقِ طاعته

    مُخوّفاً منه عصياناً وشقّ عصا

    He whose obedience God made binding on all creation,

    Warning against defying him and splitting the staff of unity;

  32. مَن لا خمائلاَ لولا سحبُهُ هطلتْ

    ولا مخايلَ لولا برقُهُ وبصا

    He without whose pouring clouds there would be no groves,

    Nor rain-clouds, had his lightning not flashed.

  33. قد عاشَ في العزَّةِ القعساءِ حامدُهُ

    وماتَ جاحدُهُ من ذِلّةٍ قعصا

    His praiser lives in unassailable might,

    While his denier dies struck down by humiliation.

  34. مولى لراحةِ أَهلِ الأَرضِ راحتهُ

    وكم يُفرِّج عنّا الحادث اللَّحصا

    A lord whose palm exists for the earth's people's ease,

    How often he relieves us of crushing calamity!

  35. بالجودِ للمعتفي حلو الجنى سلساً

    بالبأْسِ للمعتدي مُرُّ الإبا عفصا

    In generosity, sweet-fruited and smooth for the supplicant;

    In might, bitter and astringent in defiance toward aggressors.

  36. يا سَيِّدَ الخلفاءِ الأَوصياءِ ومَن

    نَبْتُ المنى منه في روضِ النّجاح وصى

    O master of the caliphs, the appointed heirs, and he

    From whom hope's shoots grow thick in success's garden;

  37. يا مُحكاً كلَّ نظمٍ للزَّمان وهَى

    وجابراً كلَّ عظمٍ للمُنى وهصا

    O you who strengthen every order of Time grown weak,

    And mend every bone of hope that has been crushed;

  38. بالحقِّ إن دانتْ الدُّنيا له ودنا

    سحابُ معروفهِ الهامي إذا نشصا

    If the world submits to him, it is only right; and near draws

    The pouring cloud of his bounty whenever it rises high.

  39. أَنمتَ عدلاً عيونَ العالمينَ بما

    أَذهبتَ عنها القَذَى والرَّينَ والغمصا

    Through justice you lulled the eyes of all the world to sleep, by

    Removing their grit, their film, and their discharge.

  40. عدوكم واقعٌ في الرُّعبِ طائرُهُ

    حتى لقد حسبَ الدُّنيا له قفصا

    Your enemy's bird is caught in terror,

    Until he thinks the whole world his cage.

  41. وحسبُ كلّ حسودٍ أَنَّ ناظره

    إلى مهالكه من حيرة شخصا

    Enough for every envier that his gaze

    Stares bewildered toward his own destruction.

  42. يا خيرَ مَنْ حجَّ وفدُ اللهِ كعبتَهُ

    على المطيِّ الذي في سيرِهِ قمصا

    O best of those whose Kaaba God's pilgrims visit,

    On riding camels that bound along their way.

  43. وما توجَّه ذو عزمٍ إلى أملٍ

    إلاّ لدى بابهِ عن حَجِّهِ فحصا

    No man of resolve has turned toward a hope

    Without seeking at his gate the goal of his pilgrimage.

  44. سأَجتدي وابلاً من جودِه غَدِقاً

    وأَمتري حافلاً من خِلْفهِ لَخصا

    I shall beg a copious downpour of his generosity,

    And milk his brimming, fleshy teat.

  45. وإنَّ عنديَ ذا التوحيد من شَكَرَ ال

    نعمى لديكَ وذا الإشراك من غمصا

    To my mind, a monotheist is he who thanks you for the

    Bounty you bestow, and a polytheist is he who disparages it.

  46. من ذا الذي سارَ سيري في ولائكمُ

    غداةَ قالَ العدا لا سيرَ عند عصا

    Who has traveled my path in loyalty to you

    When the foes said, 'No marching in the presence of a staff'?

  47. بعثي على الحقِّ أَصفى مصر من رَنقٍ

    بها وأَخرس منها باطلاً نبصا

    My mission for truth cleared Egypt of the murk

    Within her, and silenced the falsehood squeaking there.

  48. ونالَ عبدُكَ محمودٌ بها ظفراً

    ما زالَ يرقُبهُ من قبلُ مرتبصا

    There your servant Mahmud won a victory

    That he had long watched for, waiting.

  49. كلبُ الفرنجِ عوى من خوفِ صولته

    وقيصرُ الرُّومِ مِن إِقدامهِ معَصا

    The dog of the Franks howled in fear of his assault,

    And Caesar of the Romans writhed at his bold advance.

  50. سطا فكم فِقْرَةٍ للكفرِ قد وُقمتْ

    وكم وكم عيقٍ للشّركِ قد وقصا

    He struck—how many a vertebra of unbelief was crushed,

    And how many, how many a neck of polytheism was broken!

  51. من خوفِ سطوته أَنَّ العدوَّ إذا

    أَمَّ الثُّغورَ على أَعقابهِ نكصا

    So great his terror that the enemy, whenever

    He heads for the frontiers, recoils upon his heels.

  52. ورُبَّ معتركٍ رحب الفضاءِ به

    أَضحى على مَسعريهِ ضيّقاً لقصا

    Many a battlefield, broad of expanse, through him

    Grew cramped and narrow for those who kindled it.

  53. لما انتشى الهامُ مِن كأسِ النّجيعِ به

    غَنَى المهنّد والخطيُّ قد رقصا

    When heads grew drunk there on the cup of gore,

    The Indian sword sang, while the Khatti spear danced.

  54. وللكُماةِ على أَهوالها نَهَمٌ

    نامٍ كأنَّ بها نحو الرَّدى لعصا

    The warriors, despite its terrors, had a hunger

    Ever growing, as though they craved death there.

  55. والحربُ عضّتْ بأنيابٍ لها عُصُلٍ

    والصَّفُّ أَحكم من أَضراسها لصصا

    War bit with its crooked fangs,

    And the battle-line was closer-locked than its molars.

  56. والبِيضُ فيه بقدِّ البيضِ ماضيةٌ

    والسَّمرُ تخترقُ الماذيّة الدُّلُصا

    The white blades there drove on, cleaving white helmets,

    And the brown spears pierced the smooth, gleaming mail.

  57. وكلُّ نفسِ مشيحٍ رهنُ ما كسبتْ

    والسّامريُّ رهينٌ بالذي قبصا

    Every resolute fighter's soul was pledged for what it earned;

    And al-Samiri was held in pledge for what he pinched up.

  58. ومن دماءِ مساعيرِ الهياجِ نرى

    على سوابغها مِن نضحها نُفَصا

    And from the blood of those who kindle battle we see

    Spots of its spatter upon their ample coats of mail.

  59. أعادَ عبدُكَ نورُ الدِّين منتصراً

    ما كان يغلو من الأراحِ مُرتخصا

    Victorious, your servant Nur al-Din made

    Lives once dear cheap again.

  60. وكم أخافَ العِدا بالأولياء كما

    أَخافت الأسد في إصحارها النُّحصا

    How often he terrified foes with his allies, as

    Lions venturing into open country terrify wild asses.

  61. والمبطلونَ متى طالتْ رقابُهمُ

    أَبدى من الهُون في أَعناقها الوقصا

    Whenever the followers of falsehood stretched their necks high,

    He showed their abasement by breaking their necks.

  62. أَعدى نَداكَ أَمير المؤمنينَ على

    حظٍ تعدَّى ودهرٍ ريبُهُ قَرَصا

    Your bounty, Commander of the Faithful, aided me against

    A fortune that overreached, and Time whose reversals pinched.

  63. نعشتَ فضلي بإفضالٍ حَلَلْتَ به

    من عَقدهِ ما لواهُ الحظُّ أو عَقَصا

    You revived my merit with bounty, untying

    Its knots that fortune had twisted or bound tight.

  64. تَملُّ مدحَ وليٍ فخرُ ناظمهِ

    أنَّ القريضَ إلى تقريظكم خلصا

    You weary of a loyal man's praise, whose poet's pride

    Is that his verse is devoted wholly to praising you.

  65. لا يصدقُ الشِّعرُ إلاّ حينَ أَمدحكُم

    وكلُّ مدحٍ سوى مدحيكُمُ خرصا

    Poetry speaks truth only when I praise you;

    Every praise but my praise of you is conjecture.

  66. وكيف أحصي بنطقي فضلَ منتسبٍ

    إلى الذي في يديهِ نطقُ كلِّ حصى

    How can my speech count the merit of one descended

    From him in whose hands every pebble spoke?