1. جاءَ الرَبيعُ فاينَ مَن اهواهُ

    كيما اسيرَ مرافقاً اياهُ

    Spring has come; where is the one I love?

    So that I may walk in his company.

  2. نَختال ما بين الخمائل نحبتني

    ورداً نضيراً مثلَهُ خدّاهُ

    We strut among the leafy groves, plucking

    Fresh roses, like his two cheeks.

  3. وَنَجوسُ هاتيك الغياضَ كانَّنا

    لِصّانِ نَبغي في الخبا اقصاهُ

    And roam those woods, as though we were

    Two thieves seeking the utmost concealment.

  4. وَنَغُلُّ في ذاك الضرآءِ ومآؤُهُ

    وَغصونُهُ وَحمائمٌ بِحِماهُ

    And we slip into that dense cover; its water,

    Its branches, and doves within its sanctuary,

  5. بِخَريرهِ وَحَفيفها وَهَديرها

    كَرَقيبِ صَبٍّ قام يَصرُخُ ها هو

    With its murmuring, their rustling, and their cooing,

    Are like a lover's watcher, rising to shout, 'Here he is!'

  6. أَو كاللواتي خِفنَ منّا فاِنتَضَينَ

    سِلاحَ صَوتٍ ما لهنَّ سواهُ

    Or like those who feared us and unsheathed

    The weapon of a voice, for they have no other.

  7. لا صَوتَ الّا صوتهنَّ بِهِ كما

    لا غيرَ أَرجُلنا هناك تَطاهُ

    No sound but their voices fills it, just as

    No feet but ours tread it there.

  8. حتىّ نروحَ وقد توغَّلنا بِهِ

    وكأَنَّنا من قلبهِ سِرّاهُ

    Till we move on, having ventured deep within it,

    As though we were its heart's twin secrets.

  9. او صائِدان من السمُاة تبطَّنا

    خَمَراً اثيثاً يَقنِصانِ ظِباهُ

    Or two hunters among huntsmen who have entered

    A dense thicket, hunting its gazelles.

  10. او مِثلُ صَيدٍ فرَّ من صيَّادِهِ

    او هاربٍ لِحقَت بِهِ أَعداهُ

    Or like quarry that fled its hunter,

    Or a fugitive whose enemies caught up with him,

  11. او عاشقٍ جارٍ بإِثر حبيبهِ

    وَقَد اِختفى عنهُ فما يَلقاهُ

    Or a lover running in his beloved's wake,

    Who has vanished from him, so he cannot find him.

  12. مُتَسايرَين وَتارة مُتَخاصرَينِ

    أَضُمُّهُ وَيَضُمُّني زنداهُ

    Walking together, and sometimes holding each other's waists,

    I embrace him, and his two forearms embrace me.

  13. متجاذَبين من الحديثِ ارَقَّ ما

    يُملي الغَرامُ وحبَّذا إِملاهُ

    Exchanging, in conversation, the tenderest things

    Passion dictates—and how delightful its dictation!

  14. هَذا وقد بَسط الرَبيعُ بِساطَهُ

    في ظِلِّ قُبَّتهِ الَّتي تَغشاهُ

    All this, while spring has spread its carpet

    In the shade of its dome, which covers it.

  15. هيَ قُبَّةُ الأَغصانِ والأَوراقِ قد

    قد حَجَبت عن النظر الحديدِ سَماهُ

    It is a dome of branches and leaves which has

    Indeed veiled its sky from the keen gaze,

  16. حَتىّ تَدَلَّت كالحمائل عُلِّقت

    بِحُسام مآءٍ لِلغَدير نَراهُ

    Till they droop like sword-belts suspended

    From a blade of water—the brook we see.

  17. ظَلَلٌ من الماءِ القَراح كأَنَّهُ

    زَندُ الحَبيب ومن حَصاهُ حِلاهُ

    Shades of pure water, as though it were

    The beloved's forearm, its pebbles forming its jewels.

  18. يَجري على مثل الجُمانِ وحولَهُ

    مِثلُ الزَبَرجَدِ وَاللُجينُ نَقاهُ

    It flows over the likeness of pearls, and around it lies

    The likeness of chrysolite; its sandbanks are silver.

  19. متمعّجاً كالافعوان وإِنَّما

    من مآئِهِ يَجِد اللديغُ شفاهُ

    Winding like a serpent, yet

    It is from its water that the bitten one finds his cure.

  20. صافٍ فَلَولا صوتُهُ وَخَيالُ ما

    فيهِ تمثَّل لاختفى مَرآهُ

    Clear—were it not for its sound and the images of what

    Is reflected in it, it would vanish from sight.

  21. وَالريحُ تمزحُ معهُ لاعبةً بِهِ

    طَرداً وعكساً حولَهُ وإِزاهُ

    And the wind jests with it, playing upon it,

    Forward and backward, around it and beside it.

  22. وَقَد اِنحنى متهدِّلُ الأَغصان ذا

    قد غاص فيهِ وَذا لَهُ مَسعاهُ

    And the drooping branches have bent: this one

    Has plunged into it, and that one's course is toward it.

  23. كأَراقمٍ عَطشى تَدَلَّت وارِداً

    أَو فاتِحاً لِلورد منها فاهُ

    Like thirsty mottled snakes hanging down, one coming to drink,

    Or one among them opening its mouth to drink.

  24. وَكأَنَّ برُغُمَ كلِّ أُملودٍ بها

    رأَسٌ لأَرقَمَ مُطبَقٍ فكّاهُ

    And as though the bud of every tender shoot there

    Were a serpent's head with its jaws shut.

  25. حتىّ اذا رَويتَ بِهِ سَبحت ولم

    تَسطِع تفارِقُ طيبَةُ وَهَناهُ

    Till, when you have drunk your fill of it, you swim and cannot

    Part from its sweetness and delight.

  26. وكأَنَّما مُتَساقِطُ الاوراق ذو

    شَوقٍ لَهُ غَلَبَ الهوى فَرَماهُ

    And as though the falling leaves were someone

    Longing for it, whom passion overcame and cast down.

  27. وَترى جُذورَ النبت مُغرَمةً بِهِ

    فتجولُ فيهِ تَرتَوي بِرواهُ

    And you see the plants' roots enamored of it,

    So they wander within it, drinking deeply of its water.

  28. من احمرٍ او اصفرٍ او ابيضٍ

    كجوارِن الحَيّات في أَنحاهُ

    Some red, or yellow, or white,

    Like the bodies of snakes along its reaches.

  29. واذا دنا من شاهقٍ في جَريهِ

    زَلَّت فراحَ محطَّماً قدَماهُ

    And when it nears a height in its course,

    Its feet slip, and it goes on with them shattered.

  30. لكنهُ في الحال يرجع سالماً

    مثل الزجاج اذا سكبتَ إِناهُ

    But at once it returns intact,

    Like glass when you pour out its vessel.

  31. وكانهُ حَذَرَ البلوغ لِشاهقٍ

    عند التجعُّد راجِعٌ لِوَراهُ

    And as though, fearing to reach a height,

    It turns backward as it ripples.

  32. حتىّ اذا بلغ الحَضيضَ انساب في

    تلك الرياض كأَنَّهُنَّ خِباهُ

    Until, on reaching the bottom, it glides through

    Those gardens, as though they were its tent.

  33. فَتناوَلَتهُ ومثَّلتهُ لنفسها

    فغدت بِذاك غصونُها مَجراهُ

    Then they take it in and give it form within themselves,

    And thus their branches become its channel.

  34. فتمثَّل الوردَ الانيقَ وَنَرجِساً

    وَبَنفسجا وَنظيرُها الأَشباهُ

    It takes the form of elegant roses and narcissi,

    And violets, and other forms akin to them.

  35. فَغَدا هو الإِثنين مِمّا يَنتَفي

    منهُ عن القلب الشجيّ اساهُ

    Thus it becomes both forms, through which

    Sorrow is dispelled from the grieving heart.

  36. وَهناك من تلك المُروج مَطارِفٌ

    خَضرآءُ زخرَفَها الحَيا بنَداهُ

    And there, those meadows furnish cloaks

    Of green, embroidered by rain with its dew.

  37. وَالزَهر لاحَ بها وفاح كانهُ

    زُهرٌ واين الزُهر من رَبّاهُ

    And blossoms gleam and breathe fragrance there, as though they were

    Stars—yet how can stars compare with its hills?

  38. وَالطير صاح عَلى الغصون فصفَّقت

    اوراقها وَتَثَنَّت الأَمواهُ

    And birds call upon the branches, prompting applause

    From their leaves, while the waters sway.

  39. وَتَراقَصَت تلك الغصون فمَجلِسٌ

    لِلَّهوِ ثَمَّ كَجَنَّةٍ بصفاهُ

    And those branches dance—a gathering place

    For pleasure lies there, like paradise in its serenity.

  40. هُوَ جنَّةٌ وَمَلاكُها حبي الَّذي

    هوَ للمحاسن وَالجمال إِلهُ

    It is a paradise, and its angel is my beloved, who

    Is a god of loveliness and beauty.

  41. لِلَّه ذَيّاك الحَبيب وَما أَرى

    شَيئاً اشبههُ بِهِ إِلّاهُ

    God be praised for that beloved! I see

    Nothing to compare him with but himself.

  42. هُوَ ما أُشبِّههُ بِهِ فكأَنَّهُ

    هُوَ فانظروا باللَه ما أَحلاهُ

    He is what I liken him to, as though he were

    Himself—look, by God, how sweet he is!

  43. احلى من الآمال حتىّ إِنَّني

    لأُقولُ من أَملي بنَيل لِقاهُ

    Sweeter than hopes, so much so that I

    Say: sweeter than my hope of meeting him;

  44. وأَشَدُّ فرطَ حلاوةٍ منوَصلهِ

    فَبِمَن اشبهحسنهُ وَبَهاهُ

    And far more intensely sweet than union with him—

    To whom, then, can I liken his beauty and radiance?

  45. فاجلس هنالك ايها الغَزِلُ الطَرو

    بُ بمعشرٍ مَلمومةٍ أَحشاهُ

    Then sit there, O amorous, raptur-

    ous one, among a company knit together at heart.

  46. واسمع وذُق واطرَب وَعِش فالعيشُ ذا

    حيناً من الزَمن الطويلِ مداهُ

    And listen, taste, rejoice, and live, for this is life,

    For a while within time's long span.

  47. واهتِف بكلِّ اخي غنىً وعَناً بِهِ

    أَيَفي تُرى هَذا الغنى بعناهُ

    And call to every man of wealth and toil for it:

    Does this wealth, you think, repay his toil?

  48. هَذا هُوَ العَيشُ الصَحيح وقلَّ مَن

    يَسطيعُهُ وَيرومهُ لِشقاهُ

    This is true life, and few are those who

    Can attain it, though they seek it to their sorrow.

  49. وَمُريدُهُ لا يَستَطيعُ فقد غَدا

    إِسماً بلا جسمٍ فوا أَسفاهُ

    And its seeker cannot attain it; it has become

    A name without a body—alas, what sorrow!