Sol 6.1

  1. إِيهاً فإني لا أطيعُ مُحَرِّشِي

    والمحْ جوابَك في عِذَارِ ألَلْمُشِ

    Enough! I will not heed my goader.

    And glimpse your answer in the down on Alalmush's cheek.

  2. وانظُرْ إليه ساخطاً أو راضياً

    فإنِ استطعتَ القولَ فيه فحَرِّشِ

    And look at him, displeased or pleased;

    For if you can speak against him, then goad me on.

  3. ريَّانُ من ماء الصِّبا شَرِقٌ بهِ

    سكرانُ من خمرِ الملاحةِ منتَشي

    Sated with the water of youth, choking on it,

    Drunk on the wine of beauty, exhilarated.

  4. لم أنسَ والمَيَدانُ ينهَبُ حسنَهُ

    نُظَّارَهُ إذ لاحَ فوق الأبرشِ

    I have not forgotten—the arena offering his beauty as plunder

    To his onlookers—when he appeared upon the dappled steed,

  5. في حُلَّتَيْ حُسْنٍ ووشيٍ فاخرٍ

    من لم يَغُضَّ الطرفَ دونَهما غُشِي

    In twin robes of beauty and sumptuous brocade;

    Whoever did not lower his gaze before them swooned.

  6. والريحُ تطرُدُ عن مسيلِ عِذارِه

    صُدغيهِ بين مسلسلٍ ومُشَوَّشِ

    And the wind swept away from the line of his cheek-down

    His twin temple-locks, in ringlets and disarray,

  7. ركضَ الجوادِ فأيُّ قلبٍ لم يَطِرْ

    شَغَفاً وأيَّةُ مقلةٍ لم تُدهَشِ

    As the steed galloped—what heart did not take flight

    With passion, and what eye was not dazzled?

  8. ورمَى فنازعَه الإصابةَ مقلةٌ

    من أقصدتْهُ سهامُها لم يُنْعَشِ

    And he shot; an eye rivaled him in hitting the mark:

    Whoever its arrows struck dead was never revived.

  9. ثم انثنَى جذلانَ يفضحُ وشيَهُ

    ديباجُ خَدٍّ بالعِذارِ منقَّشِ

    Then he turned back, exultant, his brocade put to shame

    By the silk of a cheek embroidered with down.