هو الوَجْدُ يا ظمياءُ منكِ وَجَدْتُه
يحمِّلني في الحبّ ما لا أُطيقُه
It is passion, O Ẓamyāʾ—from you I came to know it;
It is passion, O my slender one, that I found in you
it burdens me in love with more than I can bear.
It loads me with a love I cannot bear
إذا قيل لي وَجْدٌ فقلبي حريقه
وإنْ قيلَ لي دمعٌ فطرفي غريقه
If passion is spoken of to me, my heart is its blaze;
If I am told "passion", my heart is aflame
and if tears are spoken of, my eye is drowned in them.
And if I am told "a tear", my eyelid overflows
وحسْبُك من صبٍّ يروع فؤاده
سنا بارقٍ يحكي فؤادي خفوقُه
Enough to show you a love-stricken man: his heart is startled
And it is enough for you from a blamer whose heart is frightened
by the gleam of a lightning flash whose flickering mimics my heart.
By a flashing tooth that makes my heart flutter
وكلُّ وميضٍ يا سُليمى يروعُه
وكلُّ هوًى من آل ميٍّ يشوقُه
Every flash, O Sulaymā, startles him,
And every flash, O Suleima, that startles it
and every love from Mayy’s clan fills him with longing.
And every craving from the family of Meyy that makes it yearn
Sol 5.6