1. لمن ضَرَمٌ أعلى اليَفاعِ تعلّقا

    تألَّقَ حتّى لم يجد متألِّقا

    Whose blaze has caught upon the hilltop?

    It flashed until it could find no brighter flame.

  2. إخالُ بهِ يخفى ويبدو مكانه

    وينأى ويدنو في دجى اللّيلِ أوْلَقا

    I think its place now hides, now appears,

    Now recedes, now draws near, flickering in the night's darkness.

  3. كأنّ شموساً طالعاتٍ خلالَه

    وإلّا وَرِيساً من مُلاءٍ تمزّقا

    As though suns were rising through it,

    Or a saffron-colored cloth had been torn apart.

  4. ذكرتُ به عصراً تصرّم طيّباً

    وعيشاً سرقناه بوَجْرَةَ مُشرِقا

    It recalled to me a sweet time now gone,

    And a radiant life we stole at Wajra.

  5. وريّانَ من خمر الكرى طولَ ليلِهِ

    يهون عليه أنْ أبِيتَ مؤرّقا

    And one sated with the wine of sleep all night,

    Who thought little of my lying awake.

  6. ويحرمنا منه النّوالَ تجنّباً

    ويُعرِضُ عنّا بالوصال تعشّقا

    He withheld his gifts from us by keeping away,

    And turned from us, though enamored of union.

  7. وَشنباءَ تستدعي العَزوفَ إلى الصِّبا

    فَيعلقها السّالِي الّذي ما تعلّقا

    And a woman with bright teeth who calls the aloof back to youth,

    So that even one free of love becomes attached to her.

  8. تضِنُّ على الظّامي إليها بريقِها

    وإنْ هي سَقَّتهُ الأراكَ المُخَلَّقا

    She begrudges her mouth's moisture to one who thirsts for her,

    Though she lets him taste its fragrant arak flavor.

  9. وَلمّا اِلتَقينا للوداعِ رَقَتْ لها

    دموعٌ ودمعي يوم ذلك ما رَقا

    When we met to say farewell, tears welled in her eyes,

    While my tears, that day, did not rise.

  10. ولمّا مررنا بالظّباءِ عشيّةً

    علَوْن النَّقا وَهْناً بأوفى من النَّقَا

    And when, one evening, we passed the gazelle-like women,

    They climbed the sandhill at dusk, surpassing the hill in fullness.

  11. سفرن فأبدلن الدّياجِيَ بالضُّحى

    وأجريْنَ من تلك العشيّات رَوْنقا

    They unveiled their faces, replacing darkness with daylight,

    And gave those evenings a new radiance.

  12. فَمِسْنَ غصوناً واِطّلَعْن أهِلَّةً

    وفُحْنَ عبيراً أو سُلافاً معتّقا

    They swayed like branches and appeared like crescent moons,

    And breathed out perfume or aged wine.

  13. وعيّرْنَنِي شيباً سيُكسَيْنَ مِثلَهُ

    وَمن ضلّ عن أيدي الرّدى شاب مَفْرقا

    They reproached me for gray hair, though they too will wear it;

    Whoever escapes death's hands still grows gray at the parting of the hair.

  14. وهل تاركٌ للمرء يوماً شبابَه

    صباحٌ وإمساءٌ ومنأى ومُلْتَقى

    And will morning and evening ever leave a person's youth intact,

    With partings and meetings passing over it?

  15. فقلْ للعِدا كَمْ ذا الطّماحُ إلى الّذي

    علا قبلكمْ نحو السّماءِ مُحلِّقا

    Say to my enemies: Why keep aspiring to reach one

    Who soared before you toward the sky?

  16. أَراحَكُمُ ذاك الّذي لِيَ مُتعِبٌ

    وَنوّمكمْ ذاك الّذي لِيَ أرّقا

    What gave you rest has wearied me;

    What lulled you to sleep has kept me awake.

  17. وَلَستمْ سواءٌ واِمرؤٌ في مُلِمَّةٍ

    خمدتُمْ بها خوفَ الحِذارِ وأشرقا

    You are not equal to a man who, in a calamity,

    Shone forth while you shrank back in fear.

  18. وَلَم يَقْرِها إِلّا الصّفيحَ مُثلَّماً

    وإلّا الوَشيجَ بالطِّعانِ مُدَقّقا

    He offered it nothing but notched blades,

    And lances worn thin by thrusting.

  19. وشهّاقةً ترنو نجيعاً كأنّما

    خرقتَ به نَوْءَ الحيَا فتخرّقا

    And a shrieking weapon thirsting for blood, as though

    You had pierced the rain cloud with it and torn it open.

  20. فتحتُ لهمْ قعراً عميقاً كأنّنِي

    فتحتُ بها باباً إلى الموتِ مُغْلَقا

    I opened a deep pit for them, as though

    With it I had opened a closed door to death.

  21. تحكّكتُمُ منه بصلِّ تنوفةٍ

    ثوى لا يذوق الماءَ فيمنْ تذوّقا

    In him you rubbed against a desert viper

    That dwells among those who drink, yet never tastes water.

  22. يَرُمُّ وما إرْمامُهُ لمخافةٍ

    ويُخشَى الرّدى ممّنْ أرمَّ وأطْرَقا

    It lies still, but not from fear;

    Death is feared even from one who falls silent and bows his head.

  23. يمُجُّ سِماماً من فروجِ نُيوبِهِ

    متى ما رقاها القومُ صَمَّتْ عن الرُّقى

    It spits venom through the gaps between its fangs;

    Whenever people try charms upon it, it is deaf to charms.

  24. وبحرُ النّدى يَمُّ الرَّدى لمُرِيغِهِ

    إِذا صابَ أغنى أو إذا صَبَّ أغرقا

    He is a sea of generosity, an ocean of death to one who challenges him:

    When he rains, he enriches; when he pours, he drowns.

  25. وليثاً ترى في كلّ يومٍ بجنبه

    لصرعاه أعضاداً قُطعن وأسؤقا

    And a lion beside whom, each day, you see

    The severed arms and legs of those he has slain.

  26. شديدَ القُوى إنْ غالبَ القِرْنَ غاله

    وَإِنْ طلبَ الأمر الّذي فات ألحقا

    Strong in sinew: if he contends with a rival, he destroys him;

    If he seeks what has escaped him, he catches it.

  27. وإن هاجه يوماً كَمِيٌّ رأيتَهُ

    مُكِبّاً على أوصالِهِ مُتَعَرِّقا

    And if an armored warrior provokes him one day, you see him

    Bent over the warrior's limbs, tearing at them.

  28. فَفخراً بنِي فِهْرٍ بأنِّيَ منكُمُ

    إذا عِيق عن عليائها مَن تعوّقا

    So take pride, sons of Fihr, that I am one of you,

    When those who lagged were kept from glory's heights.

  29. تطولون بِي قوماً كما طُلتُ معشراً

    بكمْ سابقاً في حَلْبَةِ المجدِ سُبَّقا

    Through me you surpass other peoples, as I have surpassed others

    Through you, a forerunner in the race for glory.

  30. وكنتُ لكمْ يوم التّخاصمِ منطقاً

    فصيحاً وفي يوم التَّجالد مَرْفِقا

    On the day of dispute I was your eloquent voice,

    And on the day of combat, your helping arm.

  31. وَلَمّا اِدّعيُتمْ أنّكمْ سادةُ الورى

    وألصقتُمُ بالمجد كنتُ المصدَّقا

    When you claimed to be the lords of humankind

    And laid claim to glory, I was the one believed.

  32. ولم تخفقوا لمّا طلبتمْ نجابتي

    وكم طالبٍ هذي النّجابةَ أخفقا

    You did not fail when you sought my noble qualities;

    How many others have sought that nobility and failed.

  33. وما كان ثوبُ الرَّوْعِ يوماً عليكُمُ

    وفي كفِّيَ العَضْبُ اليَمانِيُّ ضيّقا

    The cloak of battle was never too tight upon you

    While the sharp Yemeni sword was in my hand.

  34. خذوا الفخرَ موفوراً صحيحاً أديمُهُ

    وخلّوا لمن شاء الفخارَ المُشَبْرَقا

    Take abundant glory, sound in its very fabric,

    And leave gaudy, showy pride to whoever wants it.

  35. وَلمّا بنيتُمْ ذُرْوَةَ المجد والنّدى

    هزأتُمْ بقومٍ يبتنون الخَوَرْنَقا

    When you built the summit of glory and generosity,

    You mocked those who built Khawarnaq.

  36. وحرّقتُمُ بالطّعنٍ ناراً غزيرَةً

    فأنسيتُمُ مَن كان يُدعى المُحرِّقا

    With your thrusts you kindled a great fire,

    Making people forget the one called al-Muharriq.

  37. وحلّقتُمُ في شامخاتٍ من العُلا

    فأخزيتُمُ مَن كان يُدعى المُحَلَّقا

    You soared among the lofty heights of honor,

    Putting to shame the one called al-Muhallaq.

  38. وودّ رجالٌ أنّنِي لم أفُتْهُمُ

    تماماً وأفضالاً ومجداً ومُرتَقى

    Some men wished I had not surpassed them

    In excellence, favors, glory, and rank;

  39. وأَنِّيَ ما حُزتُ الفخارَ مغرِّباً

    كما حزتُهُ دون الأنامِ مشرّقا

    And that I had not won glory in the west

    As I won it, beyond all others, in the east;

  40. وأنِّيَ ما أنصبتُ في طرقِ العُلا

    قلوباً وأجساماً وخيلاً وأينُقا

    And that I had not worn out, on the roads to greatness,

    Hearts, bodies, horses, and she-camels.

  41. فَلا تَغضبوا من سابقٍ بَلَغ المَدا

    وَلوموا الّذي لم يُعْطَ سَبْقاً فيسبقا

    Do not be angry with a racer who has reached the finish;

    Blame the one who was given no lead with which to win.

  42. ولم أرَ مِن بعد الكمال بناظري

    مِنَ النّاسِ إلّا مُغضَباً بِيَ مُحنَقا

    Since attaining perfection, I have seen with my own eyes

    Only people angered and incensed by me.

  43. وَماذا عَلى الرّاقي إلى قُلَلِ الذرا

    ذُرا المجدِ بلْ مَن لم ينلها ولا اِرتَقى

    What blame rests on one who climbs the highest peaks,

    The peaks of glory? Blame, rather, one who never reached or climbed them.

  44. فكم أنا مُزْجٍ كلَّ يومٍ قصيدةً

    ومُهدٍ إِلى راوٍ كلاماً مُنَمَّقا

    How often I send forth a poem each day

    And present polished words to a reciter.

  45. وليس بشافٍ داءَ قلبِيَ مِقْوَلي

    وإنْ كان مرهوبَ الشّباةِ مُذَلَّقا

    Yet my eloquence does not cure my heart's pain,

    Though its sharp edge is feared and its speech is keen.