1. تعاليتِ " باريسُ " ..أمَّ النضالْ

    وأمَ الجمال.. وأمَّ النغم

    Exalted are you, Paris, mother of struggle,

    And mother of beauty, and mother of melody.

  2. تَذوَّبَ فوقَ الشِفاهِ الألَم

    وسال الفؤادُ .. على كلِّ فم

    Pain melted upon the lips,

    And the heart flowed over every mouth.

  3. تَضيعُ الحرارةُ بينَ الوصالْ

    وبين التّنائي وبين الملال

    Warmth is lost between union

    And separation, and weariness.

  4. كأنّكِ شمسُك بينَ الجبال

    تغازلُ حين .. تلوحُ القِمَمْ

    As though you were your sun among the mountains,

    Flirting when the summits appear;

  5. وتبدو الغيومُ لها .. من أمَم

    فَتخفى كما يتخفّى النَّدَم

    And clouds appear before it,

    Then it hides as remorse hides.

  6. تعاليتِ " باريسُ " .. كم تلعبينْ

    وكمْ تُلهِمينَ .. وتَستلهِمين

    Exalted are you, Paris—how often you play!

    And how often you inspire and draw inspiration!

  7. وكمْ تُؤثرين .. وتستأثرين

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " .. كم تشتهين

    And how often you favor others and claim everything for yourself!

    Exalted are you, Paris—how much you desire!

  8. تَصيحُ من الجوعِ منكِ العُيونْ

    وتُطوَى على الحبِّ خُمصُ البُطون

    Eyes cry out in hunger for you,

    And hollow bellies are folded around love.

  9. وتَنسَيْنَ ما كان أو ما يكون

    بما أنت في لُجِّهِ من فُتون

    And you forget what was or what will be,

    Through the enchantment in whose depths you dwell.

  10. تعاليتِ " باريسُ " إنّ الجنون

    جُنونَ العواطفِ ما تَصْنَعين

    Exalted are you, Paris: madness—

    Madness of the emotions—is what you make.

  11. تعاليت ِ " باريسُ " .. إن السنينْ

    بما تَعْلَمينَ .. وما تَجْهَلين

    Exalted are you, Paris: the years,

    With what you know and what you do not know,

  12. وما تستلذّينَ إذ تحلُمين

    بوَقْع الشَّكاةِ .. ورَجعِ الأنين

    And what you savor when you dream

    Of the sound of complaint and the echo of groaning,

  13. ونثرِ الزُّهورِ على الفاتحين

    وثلِّ العُروشِ .. وضَرْبِ الوتين

    And the scattering of flowers upon conquerors,

    And the overthrow of thrones and the striking of the aorta,

  14. وما سنَّ " روسو " .. و " لامارتَين "

    أناختْ طويلاً على عاتقَيْكِ

    And what Rousseau and Lamartine laid down,

    Have long knelt upon your shoulders,

  15. وألقتْ بريقاً على ناظريك

    وهَدْهَدَتِ الموجَ من ناهديك

    And cast a gleam upon your eyes,

    And rocked the waves from your breasts.

  16. تعاليتِ " باريسُ " .. في وجنتيك

    يلوحُ جميلاً .. دمُ الثائرين

    Exalted are you, Paris: upon your cheeks

    The blood of revolutionaries gleams beautifully.

  17. جلَتْ منك " باريسُ " كفُّ الدهورْ

    فُتوناً مُضَمَّخَةً بالعُطور

    The hand of the ages has unveiled in you, Paris,

    Charms steeped in perfumes,

  18. ودنيا تَفور .. بنارٍ ونور

    بما يُتَّقى ويُرَجَّى تَمور

    And a world seething with fire and light,

    Surging with what is feared and hoped for.

  19. صراعٌ مريرٌ فُوَيْقَ الثُّغور

    لنَوحِ الأسى .. وابتهالِ الحُبور

    A bitter struggle just above the lips

    For sorrow's lament and joy's supplication.

  20. تَكادُ جِراحاتُكِ المُثخنَه

    تُصفَّق منها .. كؤوسُ المُدامْ

    Your grievous wounds almost

    Send wineglasses clinking forth.

  21. ويبدو على حَجَرِ المدخَنَة

    مواعيدُ حُبٍ .. وشكوى غَرام

    And upon the chimney stone appear

    Love's rendezvous and passion's complaints.

  22. تُخال نجاواكِ خلفَ السُّتورْ

    لفرطِ الجوى .. قِصةً في سُطور

    Your intimate whispers behind the curtains seem,

    From sheer lovesickness, a story written in lines.

  23. ويُوشِكُ ما اخْتَزَنَتْهُ .. الصُّدور

    يرِفُّ على .. " لافتاتِ المرور "

    And what the bosoms have stored is about

    To flutter upon the traffic signs.

  24. تَكادُ الأحاسيسُ فوقَ الوجوهْ

    تُشيعُ الهوى .. والرُّؤَى .. والمنى

    The feelings upon faces almost

    Spread love, visions, and wishes;

  25. وتُوشك مكبوتةً .. أن تَفوه

    تَحِلُّ الذي يَعقِدُ .. ألألْسُنا

    And, though suppressed, are about to speak,

    Undoing what binds the tongues.

  26. كأن طُيوفَ الخطايا .. تتوه

    مُدىً .. ثم تحتضِنُ الأعينا

    As though the phantoms of sins wander

    Through expanses, then embrace the eyes.

  27. كأنكِ " باريسُ " كلُّ الدُّنا

    بكلّ " الغموض" .. بكل السّنا

    As though you, Paris, were all the worlds,

    With all their mystery, all their radiance.

  28. على كلِّ خَصْرٍ تلاقت يدانْ

    ألانا مُثَقَّفَهُ فاستلان

    Upon every waist two hands have met;

    They softened its straightened shaft, and it grew supple.

  29. وكل فمٍ حَشْوُه وردتان

    هما الشفتانِ .. هما الجَمْرتان

    And every mouth is filled with two roses:

    They are the two lips, the two embers.

  30. أراقَ الزمانُ دماءَ الشباب

    لِيَرْويهِما وهما يَلْهَثان

    Time spilled the blood of youth

    To water them both while they pant.

  31. تَمَسّح خدٌّ بخدٍّ يلوبْ

    من الحب في وجنتيهِ نُدوب

    A cheek rubbed against a cheek restless with yearning;

    Upon its cheeks were scars of love.

  32. ولاح كما لاح فوقَ السُّهوب

    رؤَى شفقٍ في الوجوه الشحوب

    And there gleamed, as there gleamed above the plains,

    Visions of twilight: the pallor upon faces.

  33. كأنّي رأيت فؤاداً يذوب

    على مثلِه بدمٍ يَقْطُرُ

    As though I saw a heart melting

    Upon its like, with dripping blood,

  34. وأمواجَ عاطفةٍ تزخر

    بصدرَيْن كالبحرِ مستسلمَيْن

    And waves of feeling swelling

    Within two sea-like bosoms, surrendered

  35. لِكَيْفَ تُريدُ رياحٌ ؟ وأيْن ؟

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " مِنْ فاتنهْ

    To how the winds wish—and where.

    Exalted are you, Paris—what an enchantress,

  36. يُدَغْدِغُ فيها النعيمُ العذابْ

    يُزيح بأجوائِها الداكنه

    In whom bliss tickles torment!

    Across her dark skies it sweeps away—

  37. شفيفُ السنا .. مِزقاً من سَحاب

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " مِنْ ماجنه!!

    That delicate radiance—shreds of cloud.

    Exalted are you, Paris—what a libertine!

  38. وما في مُجانتها ما يُعابْ

    سوى أنّها في .. كؤوسِ الشراب

    And nothing in her wantonness deserves reproach,

    Except that, in cups of drink

  39. وجمرِ الشفاه .. وبردِ الرُّضاب

    ترى كاذبَ العمرِ مثل الحبَاب

    And the embers of lips and the coolness of their nectar,

    She sees life's falsehood like bubbles,

  40. يخادع آونةً .. آونه

    ويَنْسَلُّ كالعُهْر تحتَ الثياب

    Deceiving from moment to moment,

    And slipping, like debauchery, beneath clothes.

  41. إلى الآنَ " باريسُ " .. في مسمعي

    صدى مَرَحِ " العابثاتِ " الحسانْ

    Even now, Paris, in my hearing

    Echoes the merriment of beautiful, playful women,

  42. ولمحُ العُيونِ لها الشرَّعِ

    وزحف الصحافِ .. وعزف " الكمان "

    And the flash of eyes wide open toward them,

    And the advance of dishes, and the violin's music,

  43. ومقهى تكوّرَ كالبُّعْبُع

    تَماوَجُ جُدرانُه .. بالدُّخان

    And a café curled up like a bogeyman,

    Its walls billowing with smoke,

  44. ومعتركٌ .. ببذيءِ الشجار

    تصارخَ .. ثُمَّ انتهى بالحِوار

    And a melee of foul-mouthed quarrelling

    That traded screams, then ended in dialogue,

  45. كما اسّاقطتْ بالحصاةِ الثِمار

    وعاد " الشجار " .. لنجوى سرار

    As fruit falls when struck by a pebble;

    And the quarrel became secret confidences,

  46. وَقَرَّ دمٌّ فار كالموقدِ

    بمسح الشفاه .. وعصرِ اليد

    And blood that boiled like a stove grew still

    With a wiping of lips and a squeezing of the hand.

  47. ومات الذي خِيلَ .. لم يُولَد

    وغودر " أمسِ " .. لمثوى غد

    And what seemed never born died,

    And yesterday was left for tomorrow's resting place.

  48. وفاحت عطورٌ .. من المضجعِ

    تنَزّى لها قفَصُ الأضْلُع

    And perfumes rose from the bed,

    At which the cage of ribs leapt,

  49. ودبَّ الضِرامُ .. على الأذْرع

    فراحت تَشابكُ ناراً بنارْ

    And fire crept over the arms,

    So they began entwining fire with fire.

  50. وأزَّ الوقيدُ .. وسار القِطار

    سجا الليلُ " باريسُ " سجوَ الحمام

    And the fuel hissed, and the train moved on.

    Night grew still, Paris, with the stillness of doves;

  51. تدلَّى " الجناحان " منهُ فنام

    ولاحت كُوىً .. من خِلالِ الظّلام

    Its two wings drooped, and it slept.

    And small windows appeared through the dark,

  52. ترِفُّ عليها .. ظِلالُ الغَرام

    رفيفَ العواطفِ .. في المقلَتَيْن

    Shadows of passion fluttering over them,

    As feelings flutter in the two eyes.

  53. وحام رهيباً عليها الغدُ

    خليقاً بانجازَ .. ما يُوعَد

    And tomorrow hovered dreadfully over them,

    Ready to fulfill what is promised.

  54. فمُدَّت .. إلى كلِّ بابٍ يد

    فَأرْخَتْ ستاراً .. مِنَ الّكرياتْ

    So a hand was stretched toward every door,

    And a curtain of memories was lowered

  55. عذارى من النورِ .. مُسْتَحْيِيات

    وراحت .. حنايا ضُلوعٍ تموجْ

    By bashful maidens of light.

    And the arches of ribs began surging

  56. بما لم تَمُجْ في الربيع المروج

    وضمّت شَتاتَ النجومِ .. " البُروج "

    With what the meadows never surged with in spring.

    And the constellations gathered the scattered stars,

  57. فكلُّ " طَوالِعِها " أسعدُ

    على الحبِّ تَنْزِلُ .. او تَصْعَد

    And all their rising signs were more auspicious,

    Descending or ascending upon love.

  58. ويحنو على " فَرْقدٍ " .. فَرْقَد

    كأنَّ مَدارَهُما مَعْبَد

    And one Farqad bends tenderly toward another Farqad,

    As though their orbit were a temple

  59. يناجي بهِ المرقدَ .. المرقد

    نجومٌ بأحلامها شُرَّد

    Where one bed whispers to another.

    Stars, wandering with their dreams:

  60. فلا " الزاجُ " منها .. ولا المرصد

    وثَمَّ بصيصُ ضياءٍ .. يلوحْ

    Neither the glass nor the observatory is theirs.

    And there a glimmer of light appears,

  61. ونفحةُ عطرٍ ذكىٍّ ..تَفوح

    وصدرٌ يجئُ لصدرٍ يروح

    And a breath of fragrant perfume wafts,

    And a breast comes to a breast that goes,

  62. وحاشيةٌ من غطاء السريرُ

    واصداءُ نجوى كَسَحْب الحرير

    And an edge of the bedcover,

    And echoes of whispers like silk being drawn,

  63. ونهدانِ قاما على الشاطئينْ

    يَمُدّانِ نحوَ غريقِ الغرام

    And two breasts rise on the two shores,

    Stretching toward one drowning in passion

  64. يَدَيْنِ يُليحانِ بالبُرْعُّمَتين

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " كلُّ الدّروبْ

    Two hands, waving their two buds.

    Exalted are you, Paris: all the roads

  65. تَفايضُ مُفْعَمَةً بالقُبَلْ

    تعلّمتِ كيفَ يَشُقُّ الغَزَل

    Overflow, brimming with kisses.

    You have learned how flirtation cuts

  66. طريقَ الحياةِ إذا أظلما

    من اليأس والتاثَ فاستجهما

    Through life's road when it darkens

    With despair, tangles, and grows grim,

  67. وكيفَ تحُد الشفاه الأملْ

    إذا ما التوى بالمُنَى عُودُهُ

    And how lips sharpen hope

    When its stem twists beneath wishes,

  68. وحُلَّ من اليأسِ معقودُهُ

    تعلّمتِ " باريسُ " : أنَّ الضَّجَرْ

    And despair unravels what was knotted in it.

    You have learned, Paris, that boredom,

  69. إذا لم يُدَفْ .. بلذيذِ السَّمَر

    ولحنِ الكؤوسِ .. وسَجْعِ الوَتَر

    Unless melted by delicious nightly talk

    And the melody of cups and the string's rhyme—

  70. وما لم تغَصَّ بحُلوِ اللمى

    شفاهٌ .. تعودُ لتشكو الظّما

    And unless they choke on the sweetness of dark lips—

    Lips that return to complain of thirst—

  71. وما لم يَجِدْ مِعْصَمٌ .. مِعْصَما

    له في حِمىً مستباحٍ .. حِمَى

    And unless a wrist finds another wrist

    As its refuge in a sanctuary open to all—

  72. أمات الضميرَ .. ولاثَ الدما

    ودب دبيبُ الرّدى .. في المُقَلْ

    Kills the conscience and taints the blood;

    And death creeps stealthily into the eyes,

  73. وجرّرَ عداوه .. حيثُ انتَقَل

    تعلمتِ " باريسُ " .. كيف الملَل

    And drags its contagion wherever it goes.

    You have learned, Paris, how boredom,

  74. إذا لم تُقَطَّرْ بكفٍ رفل

    على سُمِّه .. قَطْرَةٌ من عسل

    Unless a luxuriant hand drips

    A drop of honey upon its poison

  75. لِتَقْتُلَهُ بمزاجٍ .. قتل !

    تعلّمتِ " باريسُ " .. كيفَ الفروضْ

    To kill it through the mixture—kills.

    You have learned, Paris, how obligations

  76. تؤدَّى ... وكيف تُوَفَّى .. القروض

    تعلّمت : كيف بوشمِ العضوض

    Are performed, and how debts are repaid.

    You have learned how the tattoos of bites

  77. على أذرعٍ بضّةٍ يُستدلْ

    وكيف ... خُصيَلةُ شعرٍ تُسَل

    Upon plump arms are read,

    And how a lock of hair is drawn out,

  78. إذا الشَّعُر عِيثَ به فانسَدل

    بها عن " سبائكِ " تبرٍ بَدَل

    When the hair is toyed with and falls loose,

    To serve instead of ingots of pure gold;

  79. وأن " حسيساً " كلفٍّ يُفل

    لفرطِ الوَنَى .. أو لِفَرْطِ الجَذَل

    And that a lovesick murmur, dulled

    By sheer languor or sheer joy,

  80. ووجدٌ تناهى لأوجِ الغموضْ

    لأوجِ الوضوحِ .. لأوجِ الوَجَل

    And passion that reaches the height of mystery,

    The height of clarity, the height of fear,

  81. فريضٌ .. ودنيا سواه نفَلْ

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " إنَّ الصباحْ

    Are obligatory; the world beyond them is optional.

    Exalted are you, Paris: morning

  82. أطلَّ فألقى عليكِ الوِشاح

    وضمَّكِ تحتَ خَضيبِ الجَناح

    Rose and cast its shawl upon you,

    And clasped you beneath its tinted wing,

  83. وألفاكِ غافيةً فاستراح

    على صدرِكِ العَطِرِ النّاعِمِ

    And found you dozing, then rested

    Upon your fragrant, soft breast

  84. وأنفاسِ بُرْعُمِكِ الحالم

    تعاليتِ " باريسُ " من نائم

    And the breaths of your dreaming bud.

    Exalted are you, Paris—what a sleeper!

  85. كانَ الدنا كُلَّها نائمةْ

    بمقلتهِ وبهِ حالمه

    All the worlds lay asleep

    In his eye, dreaming of him.

  86. تعاليتِ " باريسُ " هلْ مِنْ مَزيدْ

    على ما لَدَيَكِ وهل مِنْ جَديد

    Exalted are you, Paris—is there more

    Beyond what you have, and is there anything new?

  87. وماذا تركتِ لهذا الوجود

    إلى الموتِ يَرجِعُ أوْ للخُلود

    And what have you left for this existence

    To return to death or to immortality?

  88. وللكائناتِ سواء تُعيد

    نماذجَ من حُسْنِكِ المستفيضْ

    And for all creatures alike, you reproduce

    Examples of your overflowing beauty.

  89. بماذا يعوِّضُها المستعيض

    بماذا يعوض هذي الخدودْ

    With what can a seeker of substitutes replace them?

    With what can he replace these cheeks,

  90. مزبرةٍ كغصونِ الوُرود

    ومثقلة بثمارِ النُّهود

    Pruned like rose branches,

    And laden with the fruits of breasts?

  91. بهذي الوجوهِ .. بهذي العيونْ

    بهذا الرُّواءِ .. بهذا البَريقْ

    With these faces, with these eyes,

    With this beauty, with this brilliance,

  92. يفيض عليها شُواظ الحريق

    كأنّكَ تَعرِفُ عُنْوانَها

    A blaze of fire pours over them.

    As though you know their address,

  93. ورافقتَ من قبلُ إنسانها

    وأصبحتَ تَعْرِفُ ماذا يقولْ

    And have been with the person behind them before,

    And have come to know what he says;

  94. كأنَ عواطفَهُ والميول

    خيولٌ أُبيحَ لها أنْ تَجول

    As though his feelings and inclinations

    Were horses allowed to roam

  95. بحيثُ تشاءُ وميدانُها

    صميمُ القلوبِ وصَفْوُ العقول

    Wherever they wish, their arena

    The core of hearts and the clarity of minds.