دار الهوى وعلالة المتعلل

هل أنت باعثة الغرام الأول

Abode of love, solace of the solace-seeker,

Will you revive that first passion?

قد ذقت فيك من الصفاء كؤوسه

دهراً وعشت عن الوجود بمعزل

Within you I tasted the cups of serenity

For an age, and lived apart from the world,

ألهو وأهزأ بالزمان وصرفه

والغدر في طي الزمان المقبل

Making merry and mocking time and its vicissitudes,

While treachery lay in the folds of time to come.

صفرت بك الريح الجموح لعلها

ترثى غراماً فيك لم يتبدل

The unbridled wind whistled through you, perhaps

Lamenting a passion in you that had not changed.

ضرب الفراق عليك سود خيامه

وسقاك من يمناه كأس الحنظل

Separation pitched its black tents over you,

And made you drink from its right hand the cup of bitter colocynth.

نعق الغراب بساحة لك طالما

في الليل أطربها نشيد البلبل

The raven croaked in your courtyard, which so often

The nightingale's song had gladdened in the night.

وأنا ببابك واقف متأمل

فيما دهاك وهل يفيد تأملي

And I stand at your door, reflecting

On what has befallen you—does my reflection help?

الزهر حولك قد علته كآبة

يشكو النوى ظمآن لم يتبلل

Gloom has settled upon the flowers around you;

They lament separation, thirsty and unwatered.

يرنو إليّ وقد أفاف هنيهة

يحنو على ذاك الخيال المقبل

They gaze at me, having briefly [revived],

Bending tenderly toward that approaching phantom.

ويئن فيك الحب أنة عاشق

قد كنت في عينيه أطيب منزل

And love moans within you, a lover's moan;

You were once, in his eyes, the sweetest home.

وعليك من هجر الأحبة مسحة

تبدو لعين الشاعر المتأمل

And upon you lies a tinge of loved ones' desertion,

Visible to the contemplative poet's eye.

تترنح الأشجار فيك كأنما

يهوى بها داء الفراق المعضل

The trees within you sway as though

The intractable sickness of separation were dragging them down.

ذبلت زهور ما نسيت جمالها

والحب طي أضالعي لم يذبل

Flowers have withered; I have not forgotten their beauty,

While love in the folds of my ribs has not withered.

والماء جف وكان يجرى ضاحكاً

متدفقاً كعزيمة المستبسل

And the water has dried up; once it flowed laughing,

Gushing like the resolve of the dauntless.

أرويك بالدمع الغزير لو أنه

يحيا النبات بفيض دمعي المرسل

I would water you with copious tears, if

Plants could live on the flood of my freely flowing tears.

يا غرفة الحب القديم تحية

مالي أراك حزينة للمجتلى

O chamber of old love, greetings!

Why do I see you so sorrowful to behold?

يا غرفة الحب القديم تحية

قد طال فيك ظلام ليل أليل

O chamber of old love, greetings!

Long has a pitch-black night's darkness lingered within you.

يا طالما شاهدت خير مواقف

للحب بين معانق ومقبل

Oh, how often you witnessed the finest scenes

Of love, among those embracing and kissing.

هلا ترين تفجعي وتلهفي

أو تسمعين شكايتي وتذللي

Will you not see my anguish and my longing,

Or hear my complaint and my abasement?

مالي أسائلك السعادة والهنا

وظلام هذي الدار لم يتحول

Why do I ask you for happiness and bliss,

While the darkness of this house remains unchanged?

مالي أرتل عند بابك خاشعا

آي الغرام كراهب متبتل

Why do I chant reverently at your door

Love's verses, like a monk absorbed in worship?

أبكى كما يبكي اليتيم وقد بدا

منى نذير الشر للمستقبل

I weep as an orphan weeps, and there has appeared

From me a portent of ill for the future.

وأحن للزمن القديم مرددا

سرى وأعبس للزمان المقبل

And I yearn for bygone days, repeating

My secret, and frown at the time to come.

وأرى ونار الذكر تأكي مهجتي

فعل النوى بجبينك المتهلل

And I see—while memory's fire [burns] my heart—

What separation has done to your radiant brow.

إني وقفت عليك سيل مدامعي

فإذا وهبت لك الحشا فتقبلي

Indeed, I have dedicated to you the torrent of my tears;

So if I give you my heart, accept it.