1. يا حبّ لذة قد أدنفت فاتئد

    إن كنت لست بذي بغض فلا تزد

    O love of Ladhdha, you have made me deathly ill; be gentle.

    If you bear no hatred, then add no more.

  2. ويا لذيذة لا واللّه ما خطرت

    بالقلب ذكراك إلا فتّ في عضدي

    And O sweet one—no, by God—never has

    your memory crossed my heart without weakening my arm.

  3. أتحسبين فؤادي عنك منصرفاً

    وقد حللت محل الروح من جسدي

    Do you imagine my heart turning away from you,

    when you have taken the soul's place within my body?

  4. بنتم فخلد عندي وشك بينكم

    شوقاً نفى جلدي لا بل سبى خلدي

    You departed, and your swift parting left abiding within me

    a longing that banished my endurance—no, rather, captured my mind.

  5. هيهات يسلو فؤادي عنكم أبداً

    أني ووجدي بكم باق على الأبد

    Never could my heart find solace away from you!

    How could it, when my passion for you endures forever?

  6. أم الوفاءُ لحيني ما فتنت بكم

    والناس قد فتنوا بالمال والولد

    Or is my infatuation with you a fidelity that brings my doom,

    while others are enthralled by wealth and children?

  7. اللَه يعلم أني مذ عرفتكم

    لم يخلُ قلبي من خبل ومن كمد

    God knows that ever since I came to know you,

    my heart has never been free of madness and grief.

  8. ولا إتكال لعيني بعد فرقتكم

    إلا على مفننيها الدمع والسهد

    Nor, after parting from you, does my eye rely

    on anything but its two destroyers, tears and sleeplessness.

  9. ترى جفونك أرضاها الذي صنعت

    بي أنها نفثت بالسحر في عقد

    Do you think your eyelids are pleased with what they have done

    to me, breathing their sorcery into knots?

  10. أتترك الناس صرعى لا حراك بهم

    ولا سبيل إلى عقل ولا قود

    Do you leave people struck down, unable to stir,

    with no recourse to blood money or retaliation?

  11. من كان يفظع طعم الموت في فمه

    فإنه في فمي أحلى من الشهد

    If anyone finds death's taste appalling in his mouth,

    in mine it is sweeter than honey.

  12. فإن سقمي أضحى ما له أمد

    والموت أروح من سقم بلا أمد

    For my illness has become one without an end,

    and death is more restful than an illness without end.

  13. بما بلحظك من غنج ومن حور

    وما بعطفك من عطف ومن أود

    By the coquetry and black-and-white brilliance of your gaze,

    and by your waist's suppleness and curve,

  14. مُنّي على هائم بالحب مختبل

    بالشوق مرتهن بالحزن منفرد

    show mercy to a wanderer crazed with love,

    held hostage by longing, alone in sorrow.

  15. أضحى أسير صدود بل قتيل نوى

    رمته منها بسهم عنه لم يحد

    He has become rejection's captive—rather, a victim slain by separation:

    it struck him with an arrow of its own that he did not evade.

  16. يخشى على حبك الحساد يفضحه

    فما يبوح به يوماً إلى أحد

    He fears his love for you will betray him to the envious,

    so never does he reveal it to anyone.

  17. وان بكى فبدا للعاذلين فعن

    غير اختيار ولكن عادة الكمد

    And if he weeps and his reproachers see it, it is

    not by choice, but because grief has its habits.

  18. أما كفى حزناً أن قد ظميت وقد

    عاينت عذب الحيا يجري على البرد

    Is it not sorrow enough that I have thirsted, though

    I have seen sweet rainwater flowing over hailstones?

  19. قد أرهفت دونه سيفان من دعج

    بلحظ أحوى لطيف القد ذي غيد

    Two swords of deep blackness stand sharpened before it,

    in the gaze of a dark-eyed beauty, slender and gracefully swaying.

  20. ورد شهي حماه الموت منصلتاً

    فظلت حيران لم أصدر ولم أرد

    A delectable watering place, guarded by death with drawn sword:

    so I remained bewildered, neither withdrawing nor coming to drink.

  21. وما عجوز لها ابن واحد بصرت

    به يخوض الوغى في ملتقى كبد

    No old woman with one son, who has seen

    him plunge into battle where hardships meet,

  22. يوماً بأجزع مني يوم قولهم

    أضحى لداعي تنائينا غداة غد

    was ever more distraught than I was when they said,

    “Tomorrow morning is appointed for the herald of our parting.”

  23. أضحت على الأحد الأنواء باكية

    فلم ينل أحد ما نلت في الأحد

    The rainstorms were weeping over Sunday,

    yet no one endured what I endured that Sunday.

  24. لقيت بعلة واللذات قد ذهبت

    بنا وقد مات صرف الدهر من حسد

    I met her on a pretext, while pleasures carried

    us away, and time's vicissitudes had died of envy.

  25. غنت فلو أن ميتاً كان يسمعها

    لعاد حياً كأن لم يرد يومَ ردي

    She sang; had a dead man been able to hear her,

    he would have returned alive, as though he had never met death's day.

  26. فهل يسكن عذالي وان جهدوا

    ما حركت حركُ الأوتار في كبدي

    Can my reproachers, however hard they try, still

    what the strings' vibrations have stirred within my liver?

  27. يا لذّ ما لك في قتلي بلا سبب

    وأنت سؤلي في قرب وفي بعد

    O Ladhdh, what have you to gain by killing me without cause,

    when you are my heart's desire, near or far?

  28. رفقاً بقلبي يا قلبي فإنك قد

    أسكنت منه الأسى في السهل والجلد

    Gently with my heart, O my heart, for you have

    lodged sorrow in its plains and rugged ground.

  29. لم تنطقي قط الا ظلت أفرق من

    أن أستطار فلم أبدىء ولم أعد

    You never spoke without my remaining afraid

    of being swept away; I could neither begin nor repeat a word.

  30. ولا مددت يداً للعود عامدة

    إلا وضعت عليه أن يذوب يدي

    Nor did you ever deliberately reach a hand toward the lute

    without my laying my hand upon it, lest it melt.