تورَّد الدَمع مِن تَوريد وَجنَتِهِ

تورَّد الدَمع مِن تَوريد وَجنَتِهِ

وَرَقّ جِسمي ضَناً مِن فَرط قسوَتِهِ

وَرَقّ جِسمي ضَناً مِن فَرط قسوَتِهِ

Tears grew rosy from the rosy flush of his cheek.

My tears flowed from the anguish of his harshness

And my body grew frail with wasting sickness from his excessive cruelty.

And my body trembled from the intensity of his severity

كَم لامَني في هَواهُ عاذِلي سَفهاً

كَم لامَني في هَواهُ عاذِلي سَفهاً

وَلَو رَآهُ لفدّاهُ بِمُهجَتِهِ

وَلَو رَآهُ لفدّاهُ بِمُهجَتِهِ

How often my reproacher foolishly rebuked me for loving him!

How often he blamed me out of ignorance for my love of him

Yet had he seen him, he would have ransomed him with his lifeblood.

And had he seen me, he would have ransomed me with his soul

كَأَنَّما كانَ في الفَردوس فَافتَتَن ال

كَأَنَّما كانَ في الفَردوس فَافتَتَن ال

ولدان وَالحور أَو هاموا بِصورَتِهِ

ولدان وَالحور أَو هاموا بِصورَتِهِ

As though he had dwelt in Paradise and captivated the

It was as if he had been in Paradise, tempting

youths and houris—or driven them mad with his form.

The young boys and houris, or they became enamored of his image

فَحارَ رضوان وَالأَملاك فيهِ وَفي

فَحارَ رضوان وَالأَملاك فيهِ وَفي

جَمالِهِ وَتحاموا شَرَّ فَتنَتِهِ

جَمالِهِ وَتحاموا شَرَّ فَتنَتِهِ

Then Ridwan and the angels were bewildered by him and by

So Ridwan and the angels were confused by him and by

his beauty, and guarded against the harm of his allure.

His beauty, and they protected themselves from the evil of his seduction

فَأَخرَجوهُ مِن الفَردوس خِشية أَن

فَأَخرَجوهُ مِن الفَردوس خِشية أَن

يَستَعيد الحور فيها حُسن طَلعَتِهِ

يَستَعيد الحور فيها حُسن طَلعَتِهِ

So they expelled him from Paradise, for fear that

And they cast him out from Paradise, fearing that

the beauty of his face might win back the houris there.

The houris would regain their beauty through seeing him

وَأَسكَن الأَرض كَي يَشتاق ساكِنُها

وَأَسكَن الأَرض كَي يَشتاق ساكِنُها

إِلى الجِنان وَمَن فيها بِرُؤيَتِهِ

إِلى الجِنان وَمَن فيها بِرُؤيَتِهِ

And he settled on earth so that its dweller might yearn

And they settled him on earth so that its inhabitants

for Paradise's gardens and those within them, on seeing him.

Would long for the Gardens and those in it by seeing him

لا بِطَرف الطَرف مِن عِندَ رُؤيَتِهِ

لا بِطَرف الطَرف مِن عِندَ رُؤيَتِهِ

كَأَنَّ طَرفيَ مَعقود بِمُقلَتِهِ

كَأَنَّ طَرفيَ مَعقود بِمُقلَتِهِ

Not a blink of the eye since seeing him,

My eyes are tied to his glance and I cannot look away

as though my gaze were bound to his eye.

It is as if my eyelids are bound to his

أَحشايَ في وَهجِ مِن بَرد ريقَتِهِ

أَحشايَ في وَهجِ مِن بَرد ريقَتِهِ

كَأَنَّ قَلبيَ يَصلى نار وَجنَتِهِ

كَأَنَّ قَلبيَ يَصلى نار وَجنَتِهِ

My insides are ablaze from the coolness of his saliva,

My insides flame from the heat of his saliva

as though my heart were burning in the fire of his cheek.

It is as if my heart prays towards the fire of his cheek

وَلَم أَذُقهُ وَلَو قَد ذُقتَهُ لَشفي

وَلَم أَذُقهُ وَلَو قَد ذُقتَهُ لَشفي

قَلبي المَعنى بِهِ مِن حَر غَلتِهِ

قَلبي المَعنى بِهِ مِن حَر غَلتِهِ

And I have not tasted it; had you tasted it, it would have healed

And I have not tasted him, but if I had tasted him it would have

my heart, tormented by him, of its burning thirst.

Healed my heart of the burning of its anguish

لَكن تَمَنيتُهُ يَوماً فَأَسكَرَني

لَكن تَمَنيتُهُ يَوماً فَأَسكَرَني

بِريح خَمرَتِهِ أَو عرف نَكهَتِهِ

بِريح خَمرَتِهِ أَو عرف نَكهَتِهِ

But one day I longed for it, and it intoxicated me

But I desired him one day and I became intoxicated

with the scent of his wine, or the fragrance of his breath.

By the scent of his wine or the fragrance of his breath

لَو حَلَّ هَميانُهُ مِن خصره سَقطت

لَو حَلَّ هَميانُهُ مِن خصره سَقطت

مِنهُ قُلوب طَواها تَحتَ عقدَتِهِ

مِنهُ قُلوب طَواها تَحتَ عقدَتِهِ

If his money belt came loose from his waist, there would fall

If the two moles on his cheek fell from his face

from it hearts he had folded beneath its knot.

Hearts concealed beneath his bracelet would tumble out

مُستَكثر أَن يَعود الطَيف مدنفهُ

مُستَكثر أَن يَعود الطَيف مدنفهُ

وَاِستَقَلُّ تَلافي في مَحبَتِهِ

وَاِستَقَلُّ تَلافي في مَحبَتِهِ

He deems it too much for his phantom to visit his lovesick lover,

Resenting the phantom to return perfumed

while I deem my ruin in loving him too little.

And scorning to reconcile in his love

وَمِن عَنائي بِهِ أَني أَغار عَلى

وَمِن عَنائي بِهِ أَني أَغار عَلى

ذِكر اسمِهِ بَينَ أَهليهِ وَأُسرَتِهِ

ذِكر اسمِهِ بَينَ أَهليهِ وَأُسرَتِهِ

And part of my torment over him is that I am jealous of

And of my troubles with him, I am jealous of

his name being mentioned among his kin and family.

His name being mentioned among his family and household

أَخشى عَلى خَدّه أَن مثلتهُ ليَ ال

أَخشى عَلى خَدّه أَن مثلتهُ ليَ ال

أَفكار وَالوَهم أَن يُدمى لِرقَتِهِ

أَفكار وَالوَهم أَن يُدمى لِرقَتِهِ

I fear for his cheek, should it be pictured to me by

I fear for his cheek that my thoughts of him

thoughts and fancy, lest it bleed from its delicacy.

Will wound it, so delicate is its tenderness

لَم يَبقَ مِن قَلبيَ المضنى وَلا بَدَني

لَم يَبقَ مِن قَلبيَ المضنى وَلا بَدَني

شَيءٌ يَراهُ فَيفنيهِ بِجَفوَتِهِ

شَيءٌ يَراهُ فَيفنيهِ بِجَفوَتِهِ

Nothing remains of my wasted heart or my body

Nothing remains of my weary heart nor my body

for him to see and destroy with his coldness.

That he could see and destroy with his aloofness

وَلا مِن الدَمع ما أَبكي بِهِ فَلَقَد

وَلا مِن الدَمع ما أَبكي بِهِ فَلَقَد

يَخف كَرب الشجي عَنهُ بِعبرَتِهِ

يَخف كَرب الشجي عَنهُ بِعبرَتِهِ

Nor are there tears left for me to weep with; indeed,

And I have no more tears to cry, for the sorrows

the sorrowful one's anguish is eased by his tears.

Of the passionate are too subtle for his compassion