Sol 6.1

  1. يا لَيالِيَّ بِالشَهيّدِ عودي

    مُحسِناتٍ كَما مَضَيتِ عَذابا

    O my nights at al-Shaheed, return,

    kind and sweet, as you were before.

  2. وَأَريني السُرورَ مِنكِ سُلافا

    وَكَما كُنتِ فَاِرجِعي أَكوابا

    And show me joy from you as choice wine,

    and, as you once were, return as goblets.

  3. وَاِملَأي الكَأسَ لا تَخافي عَذولا

    وَاِمزِجي بِالسُرورِ فيهِ شَرابا

    And fill the cup; do not fear a reproacher,

    and mix a drink in it with joy.

  4. وَاِترُكيني بَينَ الشِعابِ طَريحا

    فاقِدَ الحِسِّ لا أَفيقُ صَوابا

    And leave me prostrate among the ravines,

    bereft of sense, not waking to sober reason.

  5. شَأنُ نَفسي وَذاكَ فِيَّ غَرامُ

    أَن تُحِبَّ النَباتَ وَالأَعشابا

    My soul's nature—and this is my passion—

    is to love plants and grasses,

  6. وَتَلِذُ الجُلوسَ في ظِلِّ أَيكٍ

    رَفرَفَ الطَيرُ فَوقَهُ أَسرابا

    and delight in sitting in a grove's shade,

    above which birds fluttered in flocks,

  7. وَاِنحَنَت تَحتَهُ الغُضونُ سُكارى

    مائِلاتٍ أَعطافُها إِعجابا

    and beneath it the boughs bowed, drunken,

    their sides inclining in admiration.

  8. يَتَغَنّى بَينَ الثِمارِ بِلَحنٍ

    هَل سَمِعتِ القِيانَ غَنَت طِرابا

    It sings among the fruits a melody—

    have you heard singing girls sing in rapture?

  9. مِن وَحيدَينِ يَسجَعانِ سُروراً

    وَفَريدَينِ يَشدُوانِ اِنتِحابا

    From two solitary ones cooing in joy,

    and two lonely ones singing in sobs.

  10. وَجَرى الماءُ في الغَديرِ رَحيقا

    وَجَرَت فَوقَهُ الزُهورُ حِبابا

    And the water flowed in the pool as pure wine,

    and blossoms drifted over it like bubbles.

  11. وَكَأَنَّ النُوارُ فيهِ نُجومٌ

    رَكَّبَت تَحتَهُ المِياهَ سَحابا

    And as though the blossoms in it were stars,

    they arrayed the waters beneath them as clouds.

  12. وَحَكى السَروُ في الرُبى مُستَهاما

    وَحَكى بَينَهُ الغَديرُ كَعابا

    And the cypress on the hills resembled a lovesick lover,

    and the pool among it resembled a budding maiden.

  13. فَهُوَ مِن فَوقِ عاشِقٍ مُستَلِذُّ

    يَرشُفُ الريقَ خِلسَةً وَاِنتِهابا

    Above, he is a lover taking pleasure,

    sipping saliva by stealth and plunder.

  14. وَسَرى النَسمُ في شَذاهُ مُلابٌ

    فائِحٌ نَشرَهُ يُحاكي القِنابا

    And the breeze drifted, its fragrance a saffron perfume,

    wafting a scent that resembled hemp.

  15. وَكَأَنَّ الهَواءَ أَضناهُ ما بي

    فَسَرى موهِناً وَرَقَّ وَطابا

    And as though the air were worn by what ails me,

    it drifted feebly, grew gentle and sweet.

  16. وَدَنَت لِلغُروبِ شَمسٌ كَسَتها

    صَبغَةُ العَسجَدِ الفَتينِ إِهابا

    And the sun drew near to setting, clad

    in a skin the hue of enchanting gold.

  17. قَد تَبَدَّت وَقتَ الأَصيلِ كَكَأسٍ

    سَكَبَت خَمرَهُ فَغَشّى الشِعابا

    It appeared at late afternoon like a cup;

    it spilled its wine, which flooded the ravines.

  18. فِتنَةَ الأَرضِ طالَ بُعدُكِ عَنها

    طولَ يَومٍ أَما كَفاكِ اِجتِنابا

    O earth's enchantment, long has your absence from her lasted,

    a whole day's length—have you not shunned her enough?

  19. أَرسِلي شَعرَكِ الجَميلِ عَلَيها

    أَلبِسيها مِنَ الضُحى جِلبابا

    Let your beautiful hair fall upon her;

    clothe her in a robe of morning light.

  20. وَصِليها لا تَستَحي مِن رَقيبٍ

    تَرَكَت عَينُهُ عَلَيكِ خِضابا

    And unite with her; feel no shame before a watcher

    whose eye has left a stain upon you.

  21. وَاِفرُشي العَسجَدَ الرَقيقَ مِلاءً

    وَاِسدُلي اللَيلَ خَيرَ سِترٍ حِجابا

    And spread fine gold as a coverlet,

    and draw down night as a veil, the best of coverings.

  22. مَسرَحٌ تَسبَحُ النَواظِرُ نَشوى

    سَكَبَت خَمرَهُ فَغَشّى الشِعابا

    A scene where gazes swim, intoxicated;

    it spilled its wine, which flooded the ravines.

  23. زَعفَرانٌ غَشّى السَماءَ وَوَردٌ

    شادَ في المَغرِبِ الذَكِيِّ قِبابا

    Saffron covered the sky, and roses

    raised domes in the fragrant west.

  24. وَتَمَشّى السُكونُ إِلّا مِنَ البُل

    بُلِ صَوتٌ جابَ الرُبى خَلّابا

    And stillness spread, save for the nightingale—

    a bewitching voice that crossed the hills,

  25. يَشكُرُ الشَمسَ في اِبتِهالٍ مَدينٍ

    أَسبَلَت ضوءَها عَلَيهِ ثِيابا

    thanking the sun in grateful supplication:

    she had draped her light upon him as garments.

  26. وَاِختَفى النورُ هارِباً مِن كَمِيٍّ

    أَطلَقَ الخَيلَ في ظَلامٍ عُرابا

    And the light vanished, fleeing an armored warrior

    who unleashed purebred Arabian steeds into the darkness.

  27. وَبَدا البَدرُ في السَماءِ كَعَينٍ

    مِن لُجَينٍ يَسيلُ مِنها مُذابا

    And the full moon appeared in the sky like a spring,

    silver flowing from it, molten.

  28. أَصفَرُ شَفَّهُ السُهادُ طَويلاً

    وَحَماهُ الكَرى الغَرامُ فَآبا

    Pale yellow, worn thin by long sleeplessness,

    passion denied him sleep, so sleep turned back.

  29. عاشِقٌ يَذرُعُ الفَضاءَ مِنَ الوَج

    دِ لِيُطفي مِنَ الهِيامِ اِلتِهابا

    A lover pacing the sky in longing,

    to quench the blaze of passion,

  30. تَحتَ سِترٍ مِنَ الحِجابِ خَفيفٌ

    مُستَشِفٌّ يَحكي عَلَيهِ سَرابا

    beneath a covering—a light veil,

    translucent, like a mirage over him.

  31. وَنُجومُ الجَوزاءِ كَالدُرِّ يَطفو

    مَلَّ في باطِنِ العُبابِ اِحتِجابا

    And Orion's stars are like pearls afloat,

    tired of hiding in the surging sea's depths.

  32. غابَةَ اللَيلِ وَالحَمائِمُ فيها

    قَد بَرى نَوحُها البُكاءَ فَذابا

    O forest of night, with doves within it—

    their lament has worn weeping thin until it melted.