Sol 6.1

  1. ومُنَفِّرٍ للنَّوْمِ مَسْكَنُهُ إِذا

    نامَ المُمَلَّكُ بَيْنَ أَثْنَاءِ الثِّيَاب

    And a banisher of sleep, whose dwelling, when

    The crowned ruler sleeps, lies among the folds of clothes.

  2. يَسْرِي إِلى الأَجْسَامِ يَهْتِكُ عَدْوُهُ

    عنِ كُلِّ جِسْمٍ صِيغَ بالنُّعْمَى حِجَاب

    It creeps by night toward bodies; its onrush tears

    A veil from every body fashioned in luxury.

  3. وَيَعَضُّ أَرْدَافَ الحِسَانِ وماله

    كَفٌّ وَلَكِنْ فُوهُ مِن أَعْدَى الحراب

    And it bites the buttocks of beauties, though it has no

    Hand; yet its mouth is among the fiercest lances.

  4. مُتَحَكِّمٌ في كُلِّ جِسْمٍ ناعِم

    مُتَدَلِّلٌ مَا بَيْنَ أَلْحَاظِ الكِعَاب

    Lording it over every tender body,

    Playing the darling right amid the glances of full-breasted maidens.

  5. فإِذا هَمَمْتَ بِزَجْرِهِ وَلَّى وَلا

    يَثْنِيهِ عَمَّا قد تَعَوَّدَهُ طِلاب

    So when you try to drive it off, it flees, and no

    Pursuit deters it from what it has grown used to.

  6. وتَرَى مَوَاضِعَ عَضِّهِ مَخْضُوبةً

    بِدَمِ القُلُوبِ وما تَعَاوَرَهُ خِضَاب

    And you see the sites of its bites stained

    With the blood of hearts, though no dye has been applied to it.

  7. قَرْمٌ مِن اللَّيْلِ البَهيمِ مُكَوَّرٌ

    يَمْشي البَرَازَ ومَا تُوارِيهِ ثِياب

    A mighty lord, rolled into a ball of pitch-black night,

    It walks in the open, and no clothes conceal it.

  8. عَظُمَتْ رَزِيَّتُهُ وَلَكِنْ قَدْرُهُ

    أَخْزَى وأَهْوَنُ مِن ذُبَاب في تُراب

    Great is the calamity it brings, yet its worth

    Is baser and paltrier than a fly in the dust.