جل ما بي من الهوى — Alamir Mnczyk Pasha — Saqi

جل ما بي مِن الهَوى
عَظم الداء وَالدَوا
Immense is my suffering from love;
Great are the malady and the cure.
مَن يَرى الحُب مَذهَباً
ماتَ بِالوَجد وَالجَوى
Whoever sees love as a creed
Dies of longing and burning grief.
بِأَبي ثُمَّ بي رَشاء
بِسوى القَلب ما ثَوى
May my father, then I, be ransom for a young gazelle
Who has dwelt nowhere but in the heart.
لَو رَآهُ شَقيقهُ
وَتَبَدى لَهُ هَوى
If his brother saw him,
And he appeared before him, he would fall.
صادَ عَقلي بِصدغِهِ
وَلِعَزمي بِهِ لَوى
He snared my reason with his temple-lock,
And with it bent my resolve.
نَشر الهَجر لَيتَهُ
شَقة البين لَو طَوى
He unfurled estrangement; would that he
Had folded up the expanse of separation.
وَيح قَلبي نَهيتهُ
عَن هَواهُ فَما إِرعَوى
Alas for my heart! I admonished it
Against its passion, but it did not desist.
وَبِسُلوان حُبِهِ
قط ما هَم أَو نَوى
And of forgetting its love
It never thought or formed the intent.
كُلأ ما شامَ بارق
ذكر السَفح وَاللَوى
Whenever it glimpsed a flash of lightning,
It remembered al-Safh and al-Liwa.
أَو تَغَنَت حَمامة
كادَ يَقضى مِن النَوى
Or when a dove sang,
It nearly died of separation.
لا وَقَلب أَذابَهُ
وَثَناهُ عَن السوى
No—by a heart he melted
And turned away from all others,
وَدُموع أَهانَها
فَاِستَهَلَت عَلى طَوى
And by tears he treated lightly
That poured down upon Tuwa:
ما تَنثَني ملاحة
مِن عذول عَلى الهَوى
Beauty does not turn aside
At a reproacher's censure of love.
كَيفَ يَسلو مُتيم
عِندَما ضَل أَو غَوى
How can one enslaved by love find solace
When he has lost his way or gone astray?
مَنجكي فُؤادَهُ
كُلُ عَهد لَقَد حَوى
Manjaki—his heart
Has indeed held every pledge.
فَسَلام مُعَنعَن
طيب الذكر وَالرَوى
So peace, passed from narrator to narrator,
Sweet in remembrance and retelling,
لِنَبي وَسَيدَ
بَلغ الأُفق فَاِستَوى
To a prophet and a master
Who reached the horizon, then stood upright.