1. ما رأَتْنِي عيناكَ يومَ الفراقِ

    أخدع القلبَ باِدّكار التّلاقي

    Your eyes did not see me on the day of parting,

    beguiling my heart with memories of meeting again,

  2. وأُطفّي بالدّمعِ نارَ غرامٍ

    كان عوناً لها على الإحراقِ

    and quenching with tears a fire of passion—

    tears that helped that fire burn.

  3. مائلاً بين نهضةٍ ومَقامٍ

    حاكماً بين سلوةٍ واِشتياقِ

    Wavering between rising and remaining,

    judging between consolation and longing.

  4. أُذكِرُ الشّوقَ بالصُّدود ليخفى

    وأُداري اللّحاظَ بالإطراقِ

    I remind my longing of rejection, so it may hide,

    and conceal my glances by lowering my eyes.

  5. كلّ شيءٍ أدنى إليَّ منَ الصّب

    رِ وصبرُ المشوق عينُ النّفاقِ

    Everything is nearer to me than patience;

    a yearning lover's patience is hypocrisy itself.

  6. يا خليليَّ من ذؤابةِ قَيْسٍ

    في التّصابي رياضةُ الأخلاقِ

    O my two friends, from the elite of Qays,

    in youthful dalliance lies the training of character.

  7. غَنّيانِي بِذِكرِهم تُطْرِباني

    واِسقياني دَمعي بكأسٍ دِهاقِ

    Sing to me of them, and you will delight me;

    give me my tears to drink from a brimming cup.

  8. وخُذا النّومَ من جفوني فإنّي

    قد خلعتُ الكرى على العُشّاقِ

    And take sleep from my eyelids, for I

    have bestowed slumber upon the lovers.

  9. واِسأَلا لِي الشّمالَ عن نَشْرِ أَرضٍ

    كنتُ أَحْيي بطيبه أرماقي

    And ask the north wind for me about the scent of a land

    with whose fragrance I once revived my last breaths.

  10. إنّها إنْ مشتْ بوادي الخُزامى

    صَنعتْ فيه صنعةَ السُّرّاقِ

    For if it passes through the valley of lavender,

    it practices the craft of thieves there.

  11. لِي زمانٌ ظامٍ إِلى ماءِ وجهي

    يَمْتَرِيهِ بكلِّ ما إملاقِ

    My age thirsts for the water of my face,

    milking it through every form of destitution.

  12. يتمنّى بَسْطِي يميني لِيَسْتَمْ

    طر فيها عَزالِيَ الأرزاقِ

    It wishes me to stretch out my right hand, to draw down

    into it the rain-spouts of sustenance.

  13. دون ما رامه جِماحُ أبِيٍّ

    شمّرِيِّ الجنانِ مُرِّ المَذاقِ

    Barring what it seeks is a proud man's defiance,

    resolute of heart, bitter to the taste.

  14. تَتناهى عنه الخطوبُ إذا ما

    عانَقتْ كفّه نحورَ العِتاقِ

    Calamities retreat from him whenever

    his palm clasps the necks of noble blades.

  15. قد تمرّستُ باللّيالي فحسبي

    ما أرى لِي في ودّها من خَلاقِ

    I have grappled with the nights; I have had my fill:

    I see no share for myself in their affection.

  16. لغناها أقوى ذَريعةِ عُسْرٍ

    وبلوغُ المُرادِ بالإخفاقِ

    Their riches are the surest road to hardship,

    and desire is attained through failure.

  17. كَم مقامٍ مَلأتُ فيه فمَ الصُّبْ

    حِ بجيشٍ عَرَمْرَمٍ غَيْداقِ

    How many a stand where I filled the mouth of dawn

    with a mighty, teeming army!

  18. سَتَرَ الجوَّ بالعَجاج فعينُ الش

    شَمسِ مَطْرُوفةٌ عن الإشراقِ

    It veiled the sky in dust, leaving the eye of the

    sun blinded, unable to shine.

  19. في رجالٍ يسابقون ظُباهمْ

    عند وَثباتها إلى الأعناقِ

    Among men who race their sword-edges

    as those edges leap toward necks.

  20. كلُّ غَضٍّ يرى المنايا حياةً

    والعوالِي إلى المعالِي مَراقِ

    Every tender youth sees death as life,

    and spears as ladders to high honor.

  21. أنتَضِيهِمْ على صُروفِ ليالي

    يَ فأُغنى عن المواضي الرِّقاقِ

    I unsheathe them against the reversals of my nights,

    and so need no sharp, slender blades.

  22. قد سحبتُ القنا بكلّ طريقٍ

    سَئِم السَّيْرَ فيه صبرُ النّياقِ

    I have trailed spears down every road

    where even the patience of she-camels wearied of travel.

  23. أنا تِرْبُ الظَّبا رفيقُ العَوالِي

    حربُ هذي الطُّلى عدوُّ التَّراقي

    I am the sword-edges' peer, the spears' companion,

    the foe of these throats, the enemy of collarbones.

  24. فاِلقياني الرّدى فإنّي رَداهُ

    واِزجُرا بِي النُّجومَ في الآفاقِ

    So bring me face to face with death, for I am its death,

    and with me drive the stars across the horizons.

  25. وَإلى أحمدَ الّذي ظلّ عودُ ال

    مَجدِ لمّا اِستهلَّ في إيراقِ

    And to Ahmad, whose bough of

    glory has remained in leaf since his first cry,

  26. جذبتنِي وسائلٌ للعُلا في

    هِ غَرامي لأَسرها في وَثاقِ

    ties to lofty honor within him have drawn me—

    my passion to hold that honor captive in bonds.

  27. لَبِستْ منه حَلْيَها فاِستَهامتْ

    بِالتَحَلِّي بهِ عن الأحداقِ

    Honor donned its jewels from him, and wandered

    beyond the reach of eyes, adorned with him.

  28. ذاك مُوهِي عِقْدِ الخطابِ إذا ما اِعْ

    تَلَجَ القولُ في لَها المِسْلاقِ

    He undoes the knot of debate whenever

    speech wrestles in the eloquent speaker's throat.

  29. رابطُ الجَأشِ في جليلِ الرّزايا

    شاردُ الفِكْرِ في المعاني الدِّقاقِ

    Steady-hearted amid great calamities,

    his thought ranges freely through subtle meanings.

  30. لَستُ أَرضى بِأَنْ أَقول هو البّدْ

    رُ ومُذْ تَمّ لم تُصَبْ بمحاقِ

    I am not content to say he is the full moon;

    and since attaining fullness, you have never waned.

  31. فُتّ بالبِرّ بالمعالي بَنيها

    فاِنظرنْ هل ترى لهمْ من لِحاقِ

    In kindness and high honors, you outstripped their sons;

    so look: do you see them catching up?

  32. كنتُ أقضي على الورى بخلاف ال

    مجدِ حتّى قيّدتَ مِن إطلاقي

    I used to judge all mankind opposed to

    glory, until you qualified my sweeping verdict.

  33. كيف لا أجتنِي له ثَمَر المَد

    حِ وتلك الأعراقُ مِن أعراقي

    How could I not gather for him the fruit of

    praise, when those roots are among my own?

  34. واقفٌ عنده جوادُ سباقي

    وإلى هذه المعالي سِباقي

    My racing steed halts at his side,

    and toward these heights of honor I race.

  35. لستُ أسخو لكلّ شخصٍ بلحظي

    ولو اِنّ القَتادَ في آماقي

    I do not lavish my gaze upon everyone,

    even were thornbushes in the corners of my eyes.

  36. ولَباعي غالٍ على كلّ جِيدٍ

    لَيس إلّا لقدر رمحي عِناقي

    My arm's reach is too precious for every neck;

    my embrace is only for a stature matching my spear.

  37. جاءَك العيدُ ضامناً رِيَّ آما

    لك من مَنْهَلٍ له رَقْراقِ

    The festival has come to you, promising to quench your

    hopes from its shimmering watering-place.

  38. فاِلقَه بالمُنى وناشده شعري

    تَجدَنه إِليه بالأشواقِ

    So welcome it with wishes, and recite my verse to it;

    you will find my verse full of longing for it.

  39. وَاِشفِقَنْ عَن ضميره تُلْفِ حبّي

    رافلاً بين خِلْبِهِ والصِّفاقِ

    And be tender toward its inner heart: you will find my love

    strutting between its liver-membrane and peritoneum.

  40. لا اِطمأنَّ الرّدى إِليك ولا زِلْ

    ت تَلَقَّى جماعةً بفراقِ

    May death never settle upon you, and may you always

    find reunion in exchange for separation.

  41. وأطاع الزّمان فيك المعالي

    فاللّيالي معروفةٌ بالشّقاقِ

    And may time obey high honors in your regard,

    for the nights are known for discord.