Sol 6.1

  1. أَذكيت حَر الجَوى وَاللَيل قَد بَرَدا

    يا بارِقاً حَرك الأَشواق ثُم هَدا

    You kindled the heat of heartache while the night had grown cold,

    O lightning flash that stirred longing, then subsided.

  2. أَضرمت نار اِشتياق لَم تَكُن خَمَدَت

    فَاِنهل وَاكف دَمع لَم يَكُن جمدا

    You set ablaze a fire of yearning that had not died down,

    so streaming tears poured forth, tears that had not congealed.

  3. يا حاكم الحُب لا زالَت أَوامِرَهُ

    في الناس نافِذَةً إِن جارَ أَو قَصَدا

    O ruler of love, may his commands remain forever

    binding upon people, whether he is unjust or fair.

  4. هَل في شَريعتَك الغَرّاء يا حكمي

    إِن لا أَزال جَليس الهَم مُنفَرِدا

    Is it in your radiant law, O my judge,

    that I remain forever sorrow's companion, all alone?

  5. أَم في الهَوى إِنَّ مِن عفت سَرائِرَهُ

    يَجفي وَإِن لا يُلاقي لِلجَفا أَمَدا

    Or is it love's law that one whose innermost thoughts are chaste

    is spurned, and finds no end to estrangement?

  6. إِن جازَ هَذا فَهَل في الحُب سَفك دَمي

    بِغَير ذَنب وَلا عَقل وَلا قودا

    If this is permitted, may my blood be shed in love

    without an offense, blood money, or retaliation?

  7. وَهَبَت روحي لِمَن أَمسى يُعذِبُها

    وَجانب البُخل مَن أَعطى الحَمام يَدا

    I gave my soul to one who has come to torment it;

    and whoever gives death a hand has shunned miserliness.

  8. أعلم فَديتك يا مَن صَد عَن دَنف

    لا يَعرف الدَهر إِلّا الحُزن وَالكَمدا

    Know—may I be your ransom—you who turned away from a lovesick man,

    who knows nothing throughout life but sorrow and anguish:

  9. إِذا تَنَعمت إِني مِنكَ في كَرب

    وَحينَ تَرقُد إِن الصَب ما هَجَدا

    when you enjoy ease, I am in distress because of you;

    and when you sleep, the lovesick lover has not slept.

  10. بَراهُ صَدّك حَتّى قالَ عوَّدهُ

    إِذا لَم يَدَع مِنهُ فَرط السُقم غَير صَدا

    Your rejection wasted him until his visitors said,

    when grievous sickness left of him nothing but an echo:

  11. أَنّا لَنسمع مِن تِلقاءِ مَضجَعِهِ

    أَنين صَبٍّ وَلَكن لا نَرى أَحَدا

    "We surely hear, from the direction of his bed,

    a lovesick man's moaning, yet we see no one."

  12. مَلّ الحَياة وَملتهُ عَوائِدُهُ

    فَلَو يُباح لَهُ وَرد الرَدى وَردا

    He wearied of life, and his visitors wearied of him;

    so, were he allowed to approach death's watering-place, he would.

  13. أَرى الهَوى واحِداً في نَفسِهِ وَأَرى

    طَرائق الحَتف في سُبل الهَوى قَددا

    I see love as one in itself, yet I see

    the ways of death along love's paths as many and diverse.

  14. بَليت في حُب مِن حَبيبهِ برّح بي

    بِغيرة لَم تَدَع لي في الهَوى جَلدا

    I was afflicted in loving one whose beloved tormented me

    with a jealousy that left me no endurance in love.

  15. أَجفو الرقاد وَقَد نامَ الوَرى جَزَعاً

    من أَن يَرى طَيفُهُ في النَوم مَن رَقَدا

    I shun sleep, though all people sleep, in dread

    lest his phantom visit anyone who slumbers.

  16. لا بَل أَغارَ عَلَيهِ إِن تمثلهُ ال

    أَفكار أَو تَتَمناهُ وَإِن بَعدا

    No—rather, I am jealous over him if he is imagined by the

    thoughts, or longed for by them, even though he is far away.

  17. بَل ما رَأَيت عُيون الناس ترمقهُ

    إِلّا تَمنيت إِني لَم أَكُن أَبَدا

    Indeed, never have I seen people's eyes gazing at him

    without wishing that I had never existed.

  18. قَد تيم الظَبي مِنهُ سحر مُقلَتِهِ

    فَهامَ في حُبِهِ مِن حَر ما وَجَدا

    The magic of his eye has enthralled the gazelle,

    so it wandered mad with love for him, burning with what it felt.

  19. وَمُنذُ أَبصَرَ وَرد الرَوض وَجنَتُهُ

    بَدا الذُبول عَلى أَوراقِهِ حَسَدا

    And since the garden's rose beheld his cheek,

    wilting has appeared upon its petals out of envy.

  20. لَم يَذكُروا عِندَ خوط البان قامَتُهُ

    إِلّا وَمالَ مِن الأَشواق أَو سَجَدا

    They never mentioned his stature beside a bān-tree shoot

    without its bending with longing, or bowing in prostration.

  21. يا فِتنَة أَلحاظك المرضى عَلى كَبدي

    فَفتقت كَبدي الحَرّا فَواكبدا

    Oh, the spell of your languid glances upon my liver!

    So they tore open my burning liver—alas for my liver!

  22. قَد ضاقَ قَلبيَ بِالوَجد المُذيبِ لَهُ

    فَلو أَرادَ مَزيداً مِنهُ ما وَجَدا

    My heart has grown cramped with the passion that melts it;

    so, were it to seek more of it, it would find none.

  23. لَو إِن ما بي بِماءِ المَزن لانعَقَدا

    أَو بِالهَواءِ وَلَو معشاره اِتَقَدا

    If what afflicts me were in the rain-clouds' water, it would congeal;

    or in the air—even a tenth of it—the air would blaze.

  24. أَو كانَ شَوقي بِأَهل الكَهف ما رَقَدوا

    وَما رَأَوا فيهِ إِلّا الفكر وَالسُهدا

    Or had my yearning afflicted the People of the Cave, they would not have slept,

    and would have found in it only brooding and sleeplessness.

  25. استنجد الصَبر وَالأَشواقُ تَهزمهُ

    وَأَمترى مَدمَعي وَالدَمعُ قَد نَفَدا

    I summon patience to my aid, while longings defeat it;

    and milk my tear duct, though the tears have already been drained

  26. مِن العَليل قَضى ظُلماً بِعِلَتِهِ

    وَحَرُّ أَشواقِهِ الوَقّاد ما بَرَدا

    from the sick lover, who died unjustly of his affliction,

    while the blazing heat of his longings never cooled.