يا موقِظَ العَتبِ الَّذي هُوَ راقِدُ

يا موقِظَ العَتبِ الَّذي هُوَ راقِدُ

حَتّامَ توقِدُ مِنهُ ما هُوَ خامِدُ

حَتّامَ توقِدُ مِنهُ ما هُوَ خامِدُ

O you who awaken the reproach that lies asleep,

O you who rebukes dormant reproach to rekindle what lies extinguished

How long will you rekindle what lies quenched within it?

Had you ruled justly you would not have judged against me while my opponent has no witness

لَو كُنتَ تَعدِلُ في الحُكومَةِ لَم تَكُن

لَو كُنتَ تَعدِلُ في الحُكومَةِ لَم تَكُن

تَقضي عَلَيَّ وَما لِخَصمِيَ شاهِدُ

تَقضي عَلَيَّ وَما لِخَصمِيَ شاهِدُ

If you were fair in judgment, you would not

You sided with my enemies so my hands are limp; does the hand strike or the arm assist?

Rule against me when my adversary has no witness.

You left my face a mosque, dusted by tears bowing in its direction

ساعَدتَ أَعدائي فَقَد شَلَّت يَدي

ساعَدتَ أَعدائي فَقَد شَلَّت يَدي

هَل تَبطِشَ اليَدُ أَو يُعينُالساعِدُ

هَل تَبطِشَ اليَدُ أَو يُعينُالساعِدُ

You aided my enemies, and now my hand is paralyzed;

By the truth of the head of our betraying brother, if there was even one letter of what's been said

Can the hand strike, or the forearm lend its aid?

Do you doubt the pure gold while you and I are the assayers?

وَتَرَكتَ وَجهي مَسجِداً فَمُعَفَّرٌ

وَتَرَكتَ وَجهي مَسجِداً فَمُعَفَّرٌ

في قِبلَتَيهِ مِنَ الدُموعِ وَساجِدُ

في قِبلَتَيهِ مِنَ الدُموعِ وَساجِدُ

And you left my face a mosque, with one dust-stained

O frightened boy, fear not if you believe I am your father

And another prostrate among the tears at its two prayer-directions.

You who made your hearing a blessing so the slanderous envier anchors by it

فَوَحَقِّ رَأسِ إِخائِنا قَسَماً بِهِ

فَوَحَقِّ رَأسِ إِخائِنا قَسَماً بِهِ

إِن كانَ مِمّا قيلَ حَرفٌ واحِدُ

إِن كانَ مِمّا قيلَ حَرفٌ واحِدُ

So, by the sanctity of our brotherhood's head—I swear by it—

And drew from your sword's scabbard a sharpened one while my mouth is silent to rebuttal

Not a single letter of what was said is true.

And robbed the necklace of our love's cordiality so it became without your necklaces

أَتَشُكُّ في الذَهَبِ الَّذي هُوَ خالِصٌ

أَتَشُكُّ في الذَهَبِ الَّذي هُوَ خالِصٌ

أَنّي وَأَنتَ الصَيرُفِيُّ الناقِدُ

أَنّي وَأَنتَ الصَيرُفِيُّ الناقِدُ

Do you doubt the pure gold

So turn back from estrangement whose summer is free while the spring of reunion is cold

That I am, when you are the discerning money-changer?

And tie the evening meeting to your hand so I come on the steeds of dread

يا أَيُّها الوَلَدُ المُخَوَّفُ لا تَخَف

يا أَيُّها الوَلَدُ المُخَوَّفُ لا تَخَف

إِن كُنتَ توقِنُ أَنَّني لَكَ والِدُ

إِن كُنتَ توقِنُ أَنَّني لَكَ والِدُ

O frightened child, do not fear,

If you are certain that I am a father to you.

أَنتَ الَّذي صَيَّرتَ سَمعَكَ مَبرَكاً

أَنتَ الَّذي صَيَّرتَ سَمعَكَ مَبرَكاً

حَتّى أَناخَ بِهِ العَذولُ الحاسِدُ

حَتّى أَناخَ بِهِ العَذولُ الحاسِدُ

You are the one who made your hearing a camel's kneeling-place,

Until the envious reproacher made his camel kneel there.

وَسَلَلتَ مِن أَسيافِ سَبِّكَ مُرهَفاً

وَسَلَلتَ مِن أَسيافِ سَبِّكَ مُرهَفاً

وَفَمي لِماضي الرَدِّ عَنهُ غامِدُ

وَفَمي لِماضي الرَدِّ عَنهُ غامِدُ

And you drew a keen blade from the swords of your abuse,

While my mouth keeps the keen blade of answering it sheathed.

وَسَلبتَ جيدَ الوُدِّ حَليَ سَلامِنا

وَسَلبتَ جيدَ الوُدِّ حَليَ سَلامِنا

فَغَدا وَلَيسَ عَلَيهِ مِنكَ قَلائِدُ

فَغَدا وَلَيسَ عَلَيهِ مِنكَ قَلائِدُ

And you stripped affection's neck of the jewels of our greetings,

So it has come to wear no necklaces from you.

فَاِرجِع عَنِ الهَجرِ الَّذي لِمَصيِفِهِ

فَاِرجِع عَنِ الهَجرِ الَّذي لِمَصيِفِهِ

حُرٌّ فَطَلُّ رَبيعِ وَصلي بارِدُ

حُرٌّ فَطَلُّ رَبيعِ وَصلي بارِدُ

So turn back from estrangement, whose summer

Is hot, for the dew of my union's spring is cool.

وَاِربِط عَلى يَدِكَ اللِقاءُ عَشِيَّةً

وَاِربِط عَلى يَدِكَ اللِقاءُ عَشِيَّةً

فَأَنا عَلى خَيلِ الجَريدَةِ وارِدُ

فَأَنا عَلى خَيلِ الجَريدَةِ وارِدُ

And bind the meeting to your hand one evening,

For I shall arrive on the cavalry detachment's horses.