Sol 6.1

  1. لَئن حَلَّ في دين الهَوى لَكُم ظُلمي

    فَهَل حَسَنٌ قَتل المُحب بِلا جُرمِ

    If, in love's creed, wronging me is lawful for you,

    then is it right to kill a lover who has done no wrong?

  2. كَفى حُزناً أَن لا حَياةً وَلا رَدى

    وَلا أَخراً أَرجوهُ لِلحُزن وَالسقم

    It is sorrow enough to have neither life nor death,

    nor an end to grief and sickness that I can hope for.

  3. الأمَ يُظلُّ البين يَشرَب مِن دَمي

    وَيَأكُل مِن لَحمي وَيَرتاح مِن ظُلمي

    How long will separation keep drinking of my blood,

    and eating my flesh, and finding relief in wronging me?

  4. أَيا وَيحَهُ ما آن أَن يَشتَفي وَقَد

    تَوَلهت حَتّى صِرت أَسأل عَن اِسمي

    Ah, woe to it! Is it not time it was sated, now that I have

    grown so distraught that I have come to ask my own name?

  5. تَوَلَعت بي يا سقم حَتّى تَرَكتِني

    أُراجِع بي وَهمي فَيُنكِرُني وَهمي

    You clung to me, O sickness, until you left me

    consulting my imagination about myself, yet my imagination does not recognize me.

  6. وَرُحتُ أُداوي داءَ قَلبيَ بِالصَبا

    كَمَن راحَ يَستَشفي مِن السقم بِالسُمّ

    And I set about treating my heart's illness with the east wind,

    like one who seeks a cure for sickness in poison.

  7. إِذا ما أَنتَ تَسري أَقول لَعَلَها

    تُخفف مِن كَربي وَتُنقِصُ مِن هَمي

    Whenever you travel by night, I say, “Perhaps it

    will ease my anguish and lessen my care.”

  8. فَتَهفو بِريّاهُم فَتَذكي ليَ الأَسى

    وَتَتَرُك رَسم الصَبر اِنحَلَ مِن جِسمي

    But you waft their fragrance, kindling sorrow in me,

    and leave the trace of patience dissolved away from my body.

  9. تَعَلَلت بِالأَرواح فَاِزدَدتُ عِلَةً

    فَأَسلَمَت نَفسي لِلمَنون عَلى عِلم

    I sought solace in the breezes, but grew more ill,

    so my soul knowingly surrendered to death.

  10. وَراودت قَلبي في التَسَلي بِغَيرِكُم

    فَزايَلَني وَاِزدَدتُ كلماً عَلى كلم

    And I coaxed my heart to seek consolation in someone other than you,

    but it deserted me, and I gained wound upon wound.

  11. فَمَن لي بِقَلب غَير قَلبي أُعارهُ

    يَكونُ وَلَو يَوماً مِن الدَهر في حُكمي

    Who, then, can lend me a heart other than my own,

    that would be under my command, if only for one day of my life?

  12. وَكَيفَ التَسَلي بِالسَراب مَع الظَما

    عَن الماءِ أَو عَن طَلعة البَدر بِالنجم

    And how, when thirsty, can one take comfort in a mirage

    instead of water, or in a star instead of the full moon's face?

  13. عُهودي عَلى عَجم النَوى كَقُلوبِكُم

    وَعَهدِكُم في الحُب أَوهَن مِن عَظمي

    My vows, though tested by separation, are hard as your hearts,

    while your pledge in love is frailer than my bones.

  14. لَقَد وَسمت أَيدي النَوى الربع بِالبَلى

    فَباكرهُ يا دَمعي وَراوحهُ يا وَسمي

    Indeed, separation's hands have branded the dwelling with decay;

    so visit it at dawn, O my tears, and at dusk, O my autumn rain.

  15. تَجَنَب صَبر الصَب في جانب اللَوى

    وَأَلوى البَلا بِاللُب في ذَلِكَ الرَسم

    At al-Liwa's edge, the lovesick lover's patience has fled,

    and ruin has swept away reason amid those traces.

  16. ذَكَرت بِهِ أَيام وَصل تَصَرَمَت

    فَوَجدي لَها يَنمو وَدَمعي لَها يَهمي

    There I recalled days of union that had passed away;

    so my longing for them grows, and my tears for them pour down.

  17. وَأَغيد يَرمي العاشِقينَ بِظَنِهِ

    فَيَسطو بِلا ذَنب وَيَقضي بِما يَرمي

    And a graceful youth accuses lovers on suspicion,

    then assails them for no sin and judges by his own accusations.

  18. تَهيم قُلوب العاشِقين بِطَنِهِ

    فَتُصلى سَعير الصَد مِنهُ بِلا إِثم

    Lovers' hearts are enraptured [final word unclear],

    so they burn in the blaze of his rejection, though guiltless.

  19. يُباح لَهُ بِالحُبّ قَسراً إِذا رَنا

    وَتَظهَر عَيناهُ الضَمائر بِالرَغم

    Love is confessed to him under compulsion when he gazes,

    and his eyes lay bare hidden feelings despite resistance.

  20. إِذا بَسَطتهُ سورة الراح وَاِنتَشى

    أَراكَ التَصابي كَيفَ يَلعَب بِالحلم

    When the force of wine makes him merry, and he grows tipsy,

    youthful folly shows you how it toys with sober judgment.

  21. يُخالس لُب الشُرب سِحرَ جُفونِهِ

    وَتَسكر مِنهُ في الكُؤوس اِبنة الكَرَم

    The magic of his eyelids steals the drinkers' wits,

    and, in the cups, the vine's daughter grows drunk on him.

  22. لَئِن كانَ أَضحى قسمهُ الحسن كُلُهُ

    فَإِنَّ الهَوى وَالوَجد قَد أَصبَحا قَسمي

    If all beauty has become his allotted share,

    then love and yearning have become my share.

  23. وَإِن كانَ مِن حَربي الزَمانُ مَع النَوى

    فَإِن الضَنا وَالحُزن وَالدَمع مِن سَلمي

    And if Time, with separation, stands among my foes,

    then wasting sickness, sorrow, and tears stand among my allies.

  24. سَلام عَلى عَهد التَلاقي وَإِن نَما

    لِتِذكارِهِ حُزني وَمُتُّ مِن الغَمِّ

    Peace upon our time of meeting, even if my sorrow grows

    at its remembrance, and I die of grief.