أَلا مَن لِعَينٍ لا تَزالُ تَسِيلُ

أَلا مَن لِعَينٍ لا تَزالُ تَسِيلُ

وَعَينُ المُحبِّ المُستَهامِ هَمُولُ

وَعَينُ المُحبِّ المُستَهامِ هَمُولُ

Ah, who will help an eye that never ceases to weep—

Alas! For the eye that continues to shed tears,

And the eye of the love-stricken lover streams with tears—

And the eye of the lover lost in longing.

وَطَرفٍ أَبى يا عَمرَ إِلّا اتِّباعَكُم

وَطَرفٍ أَبى يا عَمرَ إِلّا اتِّباعَكُم

وَقَلبٍ أَبى إِلّا عَلَيكِ يَجُولُ

وَقَلبٍ أَبى إِلّا عَلَيكِ يَجُولُ

And a gaze that refuses, O ʿAmra, to do anything but follow you,

For the eyelid that refused but to follow you,

And a heart that refuses to roam except around you?

And the heart that refused but to roam towards you.

أَبي شِقوةً أَن يَرعَوي وَهوَ مالَهُ

أَبي شِقوةً أَن يَرعَوي وَهوَ مالَهُ

إِلَيها أُرى حَتّى المَماتِ سَبيلُ

إِلَيها أُرى حَتّى المَماتِ سَبيلُ

In its misery it refused to come to its senses, though it has no

It refuses misery that it may pasture while owning it,

Path to her, I believe, until death.

I see that the path to it is death.

وَهاجَ لَهُ حُبُّ البَخيلَةِ حُزنَهُ

وَهاجَ لَهُ حُبُّ البَخيلَةِ حُزنَهُ

وَقِدماً يُحَبُّ الشَيءُ وَهوَ بَخيلُ

وَقِدماً يُحَبُّ الشَيءُ وَهوَ بَخيلُ

And love for the miserly woman stirred its grief;

And the love of the miserly one provoked his grief,

And a thing has long been loved, though it is miserly.

Yet the foot loves the thing while he is stingy.

وَإِنّي وَإِنحَلَّأتِ قَلبي لَقائلٌ

وَإِنّي وَإِنحَلَّأتِ قَلبي لَقائلٌ

وَذَو البَثِّ يَعنيهِ الهَوى فَيَقُولُ

وَذَو البَثِّ يَعنيهِ الهَوى فَيَقُولُ

And I, even if you have driven my heart away, shall surely speak—

And if my heart is ripped apart, I would say -

And one burdened with sorrow is troubled by love, and so speaks:

While the separater means the love so he says:

حَبَستِ هَداكِ اللَهُ قَلبي لِحَقِّهِ

حَبَستِ هَداكِ اللَهُ قَلبي لِحَقِّهِ

وَتَقضي نِساءٌ ما لَهُنَّ قَليلُ

وَتَقضي نِساءٌ ما لَهُنَّ قَليلُ

You have held my heart captive over its due—may God guide you—

"God has made my heart stick to His truth,

While women who have little pay what is due.

While women fulfill what is little for them."

وَلَو شاءَ قَلبي باعَ غَيرَكِ فَاِقتَضى

وَلَو شاءَ قَلبي باعَ غَيرَكِ فَاِقتَضى

وَلَكِنَّهُ يَأَبى وَأَنتِ مَطُولُ

وَلَكِنَّهُ يَأَبى وَأَنتِ مَطُولُ

And if my heart wished, it would trade with another and collect its due;

And if my heart had wanted, it would have sold others, but

But it refuses, and you keep delaying payment.

It refuses while you are long (lived).

وَإِنَّ إِنصِرافي عَنكِ لا تُنقِصينَ لي

وَإِنَّ إِنصِرافي عَنكِ لا تُنقِصينَ لي

مِنَ الحَقِّ شَيئاً فَاعلَمي لِثَقِيلُ

مِنَ الحَقِّ شَيئاً فَاعلَمي لِثَقِيلُ

And my turning away from you, while you lessen nothing

And my turning away from you does not

Of my due—know this—is truly hard.

Diminish anything of the truth from me, so know that it is heavy (hard).

يَقُولُ نِساءٌ حُبُّ عَمرَةَ شَفَّني

يَقُولُ نِساءٌ حُبُّ عَمرَةَ شَفَّني

زَعَمنَ وَفي جِسمي لِذاكَ نُحُولُ

زَعَمنَ وَفي جِسمي لِذاكَ نُحُولُ

Women say that love for ʿAmra has wasted me;

Women say Umarah's love healed me,

So they claim, and my body is thin because of that.

They claimed, and in my body there is emaciation from that.

وَوَاللَهِ ما أَحبَبتُها حُبَّ رِيبَةٍ

وَوَاللَهِ ما أَحبَبتُها حُبَّ رِيبَةٍ

وَلَكنَّما ذاكَ الحُبابُ قَتُول

وَلَكنَّما ذاكَ الحُبابُ قَتُول

And by God, I did not love her with a love of ill intent;

By God, I did not love her with doubtful love,

But that passion is deadly.

But that love is lethal.

دَعَت قَلبَهُ عَينٌ إِلَيها مَشُومَةٌ

دَعَت قَلبَهُ عَينٌ إِلَيها مَشُومَةٌ

عَلَيهِ وَعَينٌ لِلفُؤاذِ دَليلُ

عَلَيهِ وَعَينٌ لِلفُؤاذِ دَليلُ

An eye called his heart to her, ill-omened

An eye with bad omen called his heart to it,

For him; and an eye is the heart's guide.

At it, and an eye guiding to hair-tips.

لَدى الجَمرَةِ الوُسطى أَصيلاً وَحَولَها

لَدى الجَمرَةِ الوُسطى أَصيلاً وَحَولَها

نَواعِمُ حُورٌ دَلُّهُنَّ جَميلُ

نَواعِمُ حُورٌ دَلُّهُنَّ جَميلُ

By the Middle Jamra, late in the afternoon, and around her were

At the middle ember, noble, and around it

Delicate, wide-eyed women, lovely in their coquetry.

Young maidens, houris, their beauty enticing.

تَكَنَّفنَها مِن كُلِّ شِقٍّ كَأَنَّها

تَكَنَّفنَها مِن كُلِّ شِقٍّ كَأَنَّها

سَحابَةُ صَيفٍ تَنجَلي وَتَحيلُ

سَحابَةُ صَيفٍ تَنجَلي وَتَحيلُ

They surrounded her on every side, as though she were

They surrounded it from every side, as if it

A summer cloud that clears and shifts.

Were a summer cloud, unveiling and folding.

إِذا ضَرَبَت بِالبُردِ مِن دُونِ وَجهِها

إِذا ضَرَبَت بِالبُردِ مِن دُونِ وَجهِها

تَلالا أَحَمُّ المُقلَتَينِ أَسِيلُ

تَلالا أَحَمُّ المُقلَتَينِ أَسِيلُ

When she casts the mantle away from before her face,

If she hits with coolness from beneath her face,

A smooth-cheeked, dark-eyed face gleams,

Hillocks, the black of the two eyes more black.

عَلى جِيدِ أَدماءٍ مِنَ الوَحشِ حُرَّةٍ

عَلى جِيدِ أَدماءٍ مِنَ الوَحشِ حُرَّةٍ

لَها نَظَرٌ يُبلي المَشُوقَ كَلِيلُ

لَها نَظَرٌ يُبلي المَشُوقَ كَلِيلُ

Upon the neck of a noble, white wild gazelle;

On a neck from the wild animals, smooth

Hers is a languid gaze that wears the yearning lover out.

Having a glance that wears out the pining lover.