لقد شكَّ طرفي والركائبُ جُنَّحُ

لقد شكَّ طرفي والركائبُ جُنَّحُ

أأنتَ أمِ الشّمسُ المنيرةُ أملَحُ

أأنتَ أمِ الشّمسُ المنيرةُ أملَحُ

My gaze was indeed unsure, while the riding camels leaned:

My eyes doubted and the pillars trembled,

Are you lovelier, or is the radiant sun?

Are you the radiant sun or the rising moon?

يظلُّ جَنَآ العُنَّابِ فى صحن خدِّهِ

يظلُّ جَنَآ العُنَّابِ فى صحن خدِّهِ

عن الوردِ ماءَ النَّرجَسِ الغضِّ يَمسَحُ

عن الوردِ ماءَ النَّرجَسِ الغضِّ يَمسَحُ

The jujube’s fruit, upon his cheek’s broad surface, keeps

The buds of eglantine remain still on his cheek,

wiping the fresh narcissus’s water from the rose.

Wiping off the dew of the pink narcissus flower.

فيَا شاعراً قد قال ألفَ قصيدةٍ

فيَا شاعراً قد قال ألفَ قصيدةٍ

ولكنّها من بيته ليس تَبرَحُ

ولكنّها من بيته ليس تَبرَحُ

So, O poet who has composed a thousand poems,

O poet who has composed a thousand poems,

yet they never leave his house—

Yet they do not leave his abode.

ليهنِكَ لا هُنِّئتَ أَنَّ قَصائِدي

ليهنِكَ لا هُنِّئتَ أَنَّ قَصائِدي

مع النَّجمِ تسري أَو مَع الرِّيحِ تَسْرَحُ

مع النَّجمِ تسري أَو مَع الرِّيحِ تَسْرَحُ

may it gladden you—may you receive no congratulations—that my poems

Congratulations, you were not congratulated,

journey by night with the star, or roam with the wind.

That my poems flow with the star or roam with the wind.