Original Poem in Arabic
سَلا القَلبُ عَمّا كانَ يَهوى وَيَطلُبُ
وَأَصبَحَ لا يَشكو وَلا يَتَعَتَّبُ
صَحا بَعدَ سُكرٍ وَاِنتَخى بَعدَ ذِلَّةٍ
وَقَلبُ الَّذي يَهوى العُلا يَتَقَلَّبُ
إِلى كَم أُداري مَن تُريدُ مَذَلَّتي
وَأَبذُلُ جُهدي في رِضاها وَتَغضَبُ
عُبَيلَةُ أَيّامُ الجَمالِ قَليلَةٌ
لَها دَولَةٌ مَعلَومَةٌ ثُمَّ تَذهَبُ
فَلا تَحسَبي أَنّي عَلى البُعدِ نادِمٌ
وَلا القَلبُ في نارِ الغَرامِ مُعَذَّبُ
وَقَد قُلتُ إِنّي قَد سَلَوتُ عَنِ الهَوى
وَمَن كانَ مِثلي لا يَقولُ وَيَكذِبُ
هَجَرتُكِ فَاِمضي حَيثُ شِئتِ وَجَرِّبي
مِنَ الناسِ غَيري فَاللَبيبُ يُجَرِّبُ
لَقَد ذَلَّ مَن أَمسى عَلى رَبعِ مَنزِلٍ
يَنوحُ عَلى رَسمِ الدِيارِ وَيَندُبُ
وَقَد فازَ مَن في الحَربِ أَصبَحَ جائِل
يُطاعِنُ قِرناً وَالغُبارُ مُطَنِّبُ
نَديمي رَعاكَ اللَهُ قُم غَنِّ لي عَلى
كُؤوسِ المَنايا مِن دَمٍ حينَ أَشرَبُ
وَلا تَسقِني كَأسَ المُدامِ فَإِنَّه
يَضِلُّ بِها عَقلُ الشُجاعِ وَيَذهَبُ
Translation
The heart has let go of what it once loved and sought,
And no longer complains nor laments its losses.
It awakened after drunkenness, regained its pride after humiliation,
For a heart that yearns for greatness is ever-shifting.
How long must I cater to someone who desires my humiliation,
And exhaust myself seeking her favor, only for her to grow angry?
O 'Ubaylah, the days of beauty are few,
Your reign is brief, then it fades away.
So do not think I regret the distance between us,
Nor that my heart is tormented by the flames of passion.
I have said that I have moved on from love,
And someone like me does not lie when he speaks.
I have abandoned you, so go where you please,
And try others, for the wise one always experiments.
Indeed, he who lingers at the ruins of a home,
Weeping for its traces and mourning the past, is disgraced.
But triumphant is the one who in battle,
Roams freely, facing opponents as dust fills the air.
O my companion, may God bless you! Rise and sing to me,
From the cups of death, for I drink deeply from their blood.
Do not serve me the cup of wine, for it only
Misguides the brave one's mind and makes it stray.
