ما أنتَ أوّلُ من تَناءتْ دَارُه

فعلامَ قلبُكَ ليس تخبُو نَارُهُ

You are not the first whose home has declined

So why does your heart conceal its fire?

إمّا السُّلوُّ أو الحِمامُ وما سِوى

هَذين قِسمٌ ثالثٌ تختارُهُ

It's either receiving guests or doves, nothing else

A third option you choose

ما بَعدَ يَومِكَ من لقاءٍ يُرتَجى

أو يَلتقي جُنحُ الدّجَى ونَهارُهُ

After today there is no expected meeting

Or the wings of night and day meet

هذا وقُوفُكَ لِلودَاعِ وهذه

أظعانُ مَن تَهوَى وتلكَ دِيارُهُ

This is your standing for farewell and these

Are the signs of who you love and that is their homes

فاستبقِ دمعَكَ فهو أوَّلُ خاذلٍ

بعد الفِراق وإن طَما تيّارُهُ

So hold back your tears for it is the first betrayer

After separation even if its current is overflowing

مَدَدُ الدّموعِ يقلُّ عن أمدِ النّوَى

إن لم تكُن مِن لُجّةٍ تَمتارُهُ

The duration of tears is less than the duration of pining

If it is not from a wound that festers

ليتَ المطايَا ما خُلِقن فكم دمٍ

سفَكَتْه يُثقِلُ غيرَها أوزَارُهُ

If only the horses had not been created for how much blood

It shed that burdens others

ما مَاتَ صبٌّ إثرَ إلفٍ نازحٍ

وجْداً به إلاّ لَديْهَا ثَارُهُ

No lover died after the departure of a traveler

Except by them lies their revenge

فلو استطعتُ أبَحْتُ سيفِي سُوقَها

حَتى يَعافَ دماءَهُن غِرارُهُ

If only I could bare my sword in their market

Until their blood avenges its return

لو أنّ كلَّ العِيس ناقةُ صالحٍ

ما سَاءنِي أنّي الغَداةَ قُدارُهُ

If only all camels were like Salih's she-camel

I would not mind being its herder the next morning

ما حَتْفُ أنفُسِنَا سواها إنّها

لَهِيَ الحمامُ أُتيحَ أو إنذارُهُ

None kill us but them for they

Are either an accessible dove or its warning

واهاً لمغلوبِ العزَاءِ تَناصَرتْ

أسْواقُه وتخاذَلَت أنصارُهُ

Woe to the defeated from solace, his markets

Have allied and his supporters failed him

هاجَتْ له الدّاءَ القديمَ أُسَاتُه

ونَفَى الكَرى عن جَفنِهِ سُمّارُهُ

The chronic disease stirred his joints

And departing times banished its healers

كَتَم الهوَى حتّى ونَت لُوّامُهُ

فطَفتْ على دمعِ الأسَى أسرارُهُ

He concealed his love until its insanity subsided

Yet the secrets roamed the tears of agony

ومحجَّبٍ كالبدرِ يدنو نُورُه

من عَينِ رائِيهِ وتنأى دَارُهُ

Such as the full moon drawing near its light

From the onlooker’s eye yet its home keeps away

يحكِي الغزالَةَ والقضيبَ قَوامُه

ولِحاظُه وبَهاؤه ونِفَارُهُ

His figure depicts a doe, brace and vigor

Its glance, shimmer, and stature so fair

بِي غُلّةٌ أقضِي بهَا من حُبِّه

وأرى الورُودَ يذودُ عنه عارُهُ

In me is a resentment by which I judge his love

And I see beauty warding off its shame

ومن العَجائبِ أن أعَافَ مع الظَّما

ماءَ الفُراتِ لأنْ بَدتْ أكدَارُهُ

Of wonders that it tolerates with injustice

Euphrates water though its jars appeared