Sol 6.1

  1. الشاعِرانِ تَبارَكَ الغَزِلان

    طَرفي وَطَرفُكِ حينَ يَلتَقِيانِ

    The two poets—blessed be the two lovers—

    are my gaze and yours when they meet.

  2. عَينايَ في عَينَيكِ أَشعُرُ ما يَرى

    قَلبي وَأَنقى ما يُذيبُ حَناني

    My eyes in yours are the most poetic thing beheld

    by my heart, and the purest thing that melts my tenderness.

  3. يا خَيرَ مَن حَنَّت إِلَيها مُهجَةٌ

    وَأَحبَّ مَن غَزَلَت لَها عَينانِ

    O best of those for whom a soul has yearned,

    and dearest of those to whom two eyes have sung of love!

  4. اللَهَ مِن قُبَلٍ طَرَفتُ بِها دَمي

    قوتاً وَلم تَدنَس بِها الشَفَتانِ

    God, what kisses I offered my blood

    as sustenance, yet neither lip was sullied by them!

  5. أَرسلتُ فيكِ الشعر عَفو سَليقَتي

    وَالفَنُّ أَخلَصُه من الوُجدانِ

    I poured forth verse about you, as my nature freely prompted;

    and art, at its purest, springs from feeling.

  6. لَم أَغتَصِب حِبَرَ الكَلامِ وَإِنَّما

    عَينايَ مِن عَينَيكِ تَغتَرِقانِ

    I did not wrest the finery of speech; rather,

    my eyes drink their fill from yours.

  7. أَتَلومُني حِطَمُ النِساءِ فَإِنَّني

    خَلَلَ المَلامِ نَشَقتُ عرفَ زَواني

    Do those wrecks of women blame me? For I,

    amid their reproach, inhaled the scent of harlots,

  8. وَرَأَيتُ أَشواقاً تودُّ لَو أَنَّها

    ريحٌ يَمُرُّ عَبيرُها بِبَياني

    and saw longings wishing they were

    a wind whose fragrance would pass through my words.