Sol 6.1

  1. أَحورِيَّةَ الحَيِّ روحي فداكِ

    أَما لِأَسيرِ الهَوى مِن فَكاكِ

    O houri of the clan, my soul be your ransom!

    Is there no release for love's captive?

  2. لَقَد كُنتُ قَبلَ هَواكِ العَزيزَ

    فَأَوقَعَني في هَواني هَواكِ

    Indeed, before loving you, I was held in honor;

    but love of you cast me into humiliation.

  3. تَبارَكَ مَن بِاللآلي حَباكِ

    وَأَودَعَهُنَّ لَدى النُطقِ فاكِ

    Blessed is he who endowed you with pearls,

    and lodged them in your mouth as you speak.

  4. قَوامُكِ غُصنٌ بِحِقفِ النَقا

    مَتى اِهتَزَّ لَم يَبقَ لي مِن حَراكِ

    Your figure is a bough upon a curved sand dune;

    whenever it sways, no movement remains in me.

  5. وَنَهداك في الصَدرِ مُذ أُقعِدا

    أَقاما قِيامَةَ صَبٍّ يَراكِ

    And your breasts, since they were seated upon your chest,

    have unleashed Judgment Day upon a lovesick man who sees you.

  6. هَلِ الشَّمسُ أُمُّكِ وَقتَ الضُّحى

    أَمِ البَدرُ في التِمِّ حاكى أَباكِ

    Is the sun at midmorning your mother,

    or did the moon at its fullest resemble your father?

  7. هَنيئاً مَريئاً لِعودِ السِّواكِ

    بِمِسكٍ وَراحٍ بِمَجرى لَماكِ

    Pleasure and good health to the tooth-cleaning twig,

    with musk and wine flowing between your dusky lips.

  8. أَجدَّكِ إِنَّكِ لا تَفتَئينَ

    تَقولينَ يوسُفُ حُسناً فَتاكِ

    Are you in earnest? You never cease

    saying your young man is a Yusuf in beauty.

  9. جَنَت مُقلَتي مَقتَلي بِاللِحاظِ

    وَجَرَّحتُ خَدَّيكِ هَذا بِذاكِ

    My eye wrought my death with its glances,

    and I wounded your cheeks—this in return for that.

  10. وَما شادِنٌ مِن بَني التُّركِ مِنهُ

    يُرى التَّجرُ ما بَينَ كابٍ وَباكِ

    And no gazelle-like youth among the Turks, because of whom

    merchants are seen, some fallen, others weeping,

  11. غَدا طَرفُهُ وَهوَ شاكي السِلاح

    فَكَم مِنهُ مِثلي وَحاشاكِ شاكِ

    whose glance has sallied forth, fully armed—

    how many like me complain of him, though not you!—

  12. يَقُدُّ قُلوبَهُمُ حُبُّهُ

    بِسَيفِ اللَواحِظِ قَدَّ الشِّراكِ

    whose love cuts through their hearts

    with the sword of glances, as sandal straps are cut,

  13. بِأَحسَنَ مِنكِ وَلا لِجَهرَك

    سَ في المَكرُماتِ مُحاكٍ يُحاكي

    is fairer than you; nor has Jaharkas

    in noble deeds an equal who can match him.

  14. هُوَ المَلِكُ الخاضِبُ البيض بِال

    نَجيعِ وَسُمرَ القَنا وَالمَذاكي

    He is the king who dyes gleaming swords in

    gore, and dusky lances and full-grown steeds as well.

  15. يَخوضُ بِهِ الطِّرفُ نَحوَ الوَغى

    فَيُسعِرُ بِالسَيفِ نارَ الهَلاكِ

    The noble steed plunges with him toward battle,

    and he kindles with his sword the fire of destruction.

  16. يُذيقُ العِدا كَأسَ صِرفِ الرَّدى

    بِضَربٍ تُؤامٍ وَطَعنٍ دَراكِ

    He makes his foes taste the cup of unmixed death,

    with paired blows and thrusts in swift succession.

  17. حَبا الدينَ بِالفَخرِ وَالمَكرُماتِ

    وَأَبكى عَلى المُشرِكينَ البَواكي

    He has endowed the faith with glory and noble deeds,

    and made the mourning women weep for the polytheists.

  18. يَكادُ يَمُدُّ يَدَيهِ إِلى ال

    سَماءِ فَيَفجَعُها بِالسِّماكِ

    He all but stretches out his hands toward the

    sky, bereaving it of al-Simak.

  19. فَدينُ الإِلَهِ لَهُ شاكِرٌ

    وَداعٍ وَدينُ أُولي الشِركِ شاكِ

    So God's faith is grateful to him,

    and prays for him, while the polytheists' faith complains.

  20. وَيُلقي لَهُ ماردِين الشَّآمِ

    عَلى الحوتِ فيها وَثيقَ الشِّباكِ

    And Mardin of al-Sham casts for him

    its strong nets over the Fish there.

  21. فَلِلشّامِ مِن حِصنِها مَعقِلٌ

    عَلى كُلِّ حِصنٍ زَكا فَهوَ زاكِ

    Thus al-Sham has in its fortress a refuge

    that has surpassed every fortress and stands exalted.

  22. فَلا زالَ في نِعَمٍ ما شَدَت

    عقيبَ الحَيا بِالجَواءِ المَكاكي

    May he ever enjoy blessings, as long as songs are sung

    after rain by the larks in the open valley.