Sol 6.1

  1. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. فالدُّنيا وما فيهَا

    تَرفُّ لي .. حينَ تُهديني مَرافيهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you'—for the world and all within it

    flutters for me when you give me its harbors.

  2. أبحَرتُ في بُحَّةِ الأشواق لستُ أرى

    إلاكَ مَوجًا .. فأنَّى لي مَنافيهَا ؟

    I sailed through longing's husky voice; I see

    only you as waves—so where are its places of exile for me?

  3. أبحَرتُ فيَّ .. كَأنِّي لستُ أحمِلُني

    إلى المَتاهَةِ .. تَذروني سَوافيهَا

    I sailed within myself, as though I did not carry myself

    into the maze; its sand-laden winds scatter me.

  4. وقلتُ لي: لمَنِ الدُّنيا ولثغتُها

    إذا أنا أقتفيني .. في خَوافيهَا

    And I said to myself: Whose are the world and its lisp

    when I follow my own tracks through its hidden recesses,

  5. إذا أنا أختفِي عنِّي لأعرفَني

    في مُقلتيكَ ؟ لكَ الدُّنيا .. وما فيهَا

    when I hide from myself to recognize myself

    in your eyes? Yours are the world and all within it.

  6. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. أرسمْ للشَّذا قَمرًا

    لا شَيءَ يُشبهُه تيهًا وتَنزيهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you,' and I shall draw a moon for fragrance.

    Nothing resembles it in pride and purity.

  7. إذا رسَمتُ له ثغرًا همى وتَرًا

    على الأقاصي وهامَ اللَّونُ تَمويهَا

    When I draw a mouth for it, it pours down as a string

    over the far reaches, and color roams in camouflage.

  8. وإنْ هَممتُ به سحرًا دنا خَفرًا

    كَأنَّ، في خَطوه للسِّرِّ، تَنبيهَا

    And if I set my mind on it as enchantment, it draws near shyly,

    as though its footsteps gave a hint of the secret.

  9. وإنْ تَبسَّمَ لي مَوَّالُه خَدَرًا

    أخفى الزَّمانُ استعاراتٍ وتَشبيهَا

    And if its song smiles at me in languor,

    time conceals metaphors and similes.

  10. كَأنَّنِي لا أنا عُمْرًا مَحا شَذرًا

    إذا كَتبتُ الشَّذا.. بالعُمْر تَنويهَا

    As though I were not myself—a lifetime that erased scattered gems—

    when I write fragrance with life, in praise.

  11. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. إنَّ العُمرَ مُنسحِبٌ

    منِّي إليكَ فَراشاتٍ تُناديهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you'—life is withdrawing

    from me toward you as butterflies you call.

  12. طَارتْ إليكَ كَأنِّي لستُ أقطفُها

    مِنَ الحَديقةٍ وردًا كَيْ أهاديهَا

    They flew toward you, as though I did not pluck them

    from the garden as roses to offer them as gifts.

  13. كَأنَّني وحديَ العِطرُ الذي سكَبتْ

    بَينَ القَصائدِ .. إمَّا الحُبُّ حاديهَا

    As though I alone were the perfume poured

    among the poems, if love is their caravan guide,

  14. يَدي أضمُّ بها قلبي إلى سَفَري

    كَأنَّني ضِلَّةٌ .. لا كَانَ هاديهَا

    by my hand; with it I clasp my heart to my journey,

    as though I were a straying soul—may it never have a guide.

  15. نَاديتُ ظلِّيَ: هَاتِ اللَّيلَ أذرعُه

    حتَّى أراكَ أنا .. رؤيا تُصاديهَا

    I called to my shadow: Bring the night for me to pace,

    until I see you—I, a vision you echo.

  16. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. أوراقِي مُبعثَرةٌ

    وللخَريفِ عُيونٌ في حَواشيهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you'—my pages are scattered,

    and autumn has eyes in their margins.

  17. قرأتُ فيها انهياري طيَّ قَافيةٍ

    أرقتُ فيها كَأنِّي مِنْ غواشيهَا

    I read my collapse in them, within a rhyme's folds;

    I lay sleepless in them, as though I were one of their veils.

  18. وكُنتُ أذكُرُ أنِّي لا أزالُ هُنا

    حتَّى تَنكَّرَ لي بالطَّيِّ غاشيهَا

    And I kept remembering that I was still here,

    until their shroud disowned me in the folding.

  19. أخشَى عَلَيَّ إذا أوراقِيَ اختلفَتْ

    إليَّ تَسألُني .. والدَّمعُ واشيهَا

    I fear for myself when my pages keep coming

    to me with questions, tears their betrayer:

  20. أمِنْ تَبعثُرهَا ليلي بأنجُمِه

    أمْ لملمَ الورقَ السَّاجي نَجاشيهَا ؟

    Is my night, with its stars, born of their scattering,

    or did their Najashi gather up the still pages?

  21. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. تُمطرْ غَيمةٌ جذلا

    فالرَّوضُ أورقَ حلمًا في مآقيهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you,' and a cloud will rain for joy,

    for the meadow has sprouted a dream in the corners of its eyes.

  22. ماءُ الهَوى خِلسةٌ ريَّا مَواسمُها

    إذا تَصَاعَدُ .. بالسُّقيا مَراقيهَا

    Love's water is a stolen moment, its seasons lush,

    as its stairways rise with watering.

  23. أعطو إليها، حَبيبِي، ثُمَّ أرشفُها

    كَأنَّني سلسَبيلٌ في تَلاقيهَا

    I reach toward it, my beloved, then sip it,

    as though I were Salsabil in meeting it.

  24. أسطو عليها، بكُلِّ الحُبِّ، أقطفُها

    وأمَّحِي في الثَّنايا منْ سَواقيهَا

    I pounce upon it with all my love; I pluck it,

    and efface myself in the bends of its watercourses.

  25. قلبي عليَّ، حَبيبِي، حينَ أعرفُها

    ولستُ أعرفُ طيفًا مِنْ بَواقيهَا

    My heart is against me, my beloved, when I know it,

    and I know no phantom among its remnants.

  26. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. مَفتُونٌ بأخبيَتِي

    ضَلَّ الخُطى .. وأظلتْه لياليهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you'—one bewitched by my tents

    lost his way, and their nights shaded him.

  27. واللَّيلُ لي .. كلَّما خيلٌ بنافذتِي

    تَحُطُّ فَوقَ يدي منها أماليهَا

    And the night is mine whenever horses at my window

    let their dictations fall from them onto my hand.

  28. تَخطُّ بي رحلةَ المُشتاق في لغَتِي

    حتَّى أخيطَ لها شَمسًا تُواليهَا

    They trace through me the longing one's journey in my language,

    until I stitch them a sun that keeps them company.

  29. شَمسٌ تَميلُ برَقراقٍ على شَفتِي

    حتَّى أميلَ بدُنيا .. مِنْ مَجاليهَا

    A sun that leans with a shimmer upon my lip,

    until I sway with a world drawn from its vistas.

  30. والشَّمسُ لي يا حَبيبِي حيثُ أشرعَتِي

    والبَحرُ لي نَجمةٌ مالتْ أعاليهَا

    And the sun is mine, my beloved, wherever my sails are,

    and the sea is mine—a star whose heights have tilted.

  31. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. يَطو المُنتهى بيَدِي

    كُلَّ المَسافاتِ إمَّا أنتَ تَطويهَا

    Tell me, 'I love you'—the farthest limit folds in my hand

    all distances, if it is you who folds them.

  32. أروي الحِكَاياتِ. إنِّي شَهرزادُ غَدِي

    سَأرتوي منْكَ شعرًا حينَ أرويهَا

    I tell the tales. I am the Scheherazade of my tomorrow;

    I shall drink my fill of poetry from you when I tell them.

  33. وسَوفَ أُغويكَ بالرُّؤيا إلى بَرَدي

    لكَيْ تَغيبَ حُضورًا .. ثُمَّ أُغويهَا

    And I shall lure you with the vision into my hail,

    so that you vanish as presence; then I shall lure it.

  34. وسَوفَ آوي بكُلِّ الحُبِّ في مَدَدِي

    إلى جُنونِي حِكَاياتٍ لتأويهَا

    And with all my love, amid my succor, I shall take refuge

    in my madness as tales, for you to shelter them.

  35. فهلْ تُؤولُ لي رُؤيايَ يا رَشَدِي

    أنا .. ويا ضِلَّتي .. أمْ كُنتَ تُذويهَا ؟

    So will you interpret my vision for me, O my guidance—

    my own—and O my wandering—or were you withering it?

  36. قلْ لي: أحِبُّكِ .. فالدُّنيَا وما فيها

    إليكَ أنتَ .. وللدُّنيَا سَتُهديهَا ..

    Tell me, 'I love you'—for the world and all within it

    are for you yourself—and you will give it to the world.