قد حلا لي شغفي — Mufti Fathallah — Saqi

قَد حَلا لي شَغَفي
في هَوى ذي الهَيَفِ
My passion has indeed grown sweet to me,
in loving that slender-waisted one,
مَنْ هَواهُ شَرَفٌ
هوَ أَعلى الشّرفِ
one whom to love is an honor—
it is the highest of honors.
حُبُّهُ تَيَّمَني
زادَ فيهِ كَلَفي
Love for him has enslaved me;
my ardor for him has grown.
نِلتُ فيهِ تَلَفاً
مِن عَظيمِ التّلَفِ
Through him I have met ruin,
a most grievous ruin.
حُبُّه عَن خَلَدي
لَيسَ بِالمُنصَرِفِ
Love for him, from my heart,
will not depart.
خِلتُهُ جَوهَرَةً
في ثَمينِ الصَّدَفِ
I thought him a jewel
within a precious shell.
وَجهُهُ بَدرُ دُجى
قَد خَلا عَن كَلَفِ
His face is a full moon in darkness,
free of dark blemishes.
قُلتُ بَل شَمسُ ضُحىً
حُسنُها غَيرُ خَفي
I said: rather, a morning sun,
whose beauty is plain to see.
لَحظُهُ نَرجِسَةٌ
وُسِمَت بالنّصفِ
His glance is a narcissus,
marked with fairness.
وَلَها السّحرَ أَضِف
حينَ يَرنو أَضِفِ
And to it ascribe enchantment;
when he gazes, be afraid.
تَحتَها الوَردُ زَها
وَهوَ أَسنى التّحفِ
Beneath it the rose has bloomed,
and it is the most splendid of gifts.
جَلَّ مَن أَوجَدهُ
لَيسَ بِالُمقتَطِفِ
Exalted is the One who created it:
it is not to be plucked.
خَدُّهُ أَبهَجَني
وَبِهِ القَلبُ شُفي
His cheek has delighted me,
and through it my heart was healed.
فَوقَهُ شامَتُهُ
تَحتَ ظِلِّ الوَطَفِ
Above it is his beauty spot,
beneath the shade of long lashes.
حَسَنٌ في حَسنٍ
شَرَفٌ في شَرَفِ
A beauty within a beauty,
honor within honor.
دامَ ذا الحُسن لَهُ
دامَ فيهِ شَغَفي
May this beauty remain his;
may my passion for him endure,
ما بَدا البدرُ دُجىً
ماحِياً للسَّدفِ
as long as the full moon appears at night,
dispelling the gloom.