سقى الله عهداً بالحمى قد تقدَّما
وعَيشاً تقضّى ما ألَذَّ وأنعَما
God watered a covenant with passion that brought us together
And a living through which the most delicious and blissful is fulfilled
تعاطيتُ فيه الراح تمزج باللمى
وعفراء سكرى المقلتين كأنَّما
I partook in it of comfort mixed with affliction
And an intoxicated blonde whose glances are as if
سقتها الندامى من سلافة أشعاري
لَهَوْتُ بها والدهر مستعذب الجنى
They were given to drink from the wine of my predecessors' poetry
I sported with it while time's refuge was sweet
ونلتُ كما أهوى بوصلي لها المنى
ولم أنْسَها كالغصن إذ مال وانثنى
And I attained as I love, my wishes for her fulfilled
And I did not forget her as the branch when it leaned and bent
تمرُّ مع الأتراب بالخَيف من مِنى
مرورَ المعاني في مفاوز أفكاري
Passing by the loved ones in the afternoon from Mina
Like meanings passing through the expanses of my thoughts
وبيضٍ عذارى من لويٍّ وغالبِ
كواعبَ أترابٍ فيا للكواعبِ
And innocent white ones from smooth and soft
Like the coevals of loved ones - so for the coevals!
تَخُطِّينَ في أبهى خُطاً متقاربِ
وعَفِّين آثار الخُطا بذوائبِ
Stepping in the most magnificent step, close
And covering the traces of steps with tails
كما قد عَفَتْ في منزل الذلِّ آثاري
إذا نظَرَتْ سلَّت بألحاظها الظبا
As it covered in the abode of humility the traces of me
When she looked, her glances unleashed gazelles
وإن خَطَرت كانت كما خطر القنا
فما نَظَرتْ إلاَّ بأبيض يُنتضى
And when she appeared, she was like the appearance of the flag
She did not look except with whiteness to be copied
ولا خَطَرَتْ إلاَّ وتذكّرتُ في الوغى
بهام خطير القدر ميلة خطّاري
Nor did she appear unless I remembered in tumult
The perilous fateful glance of my tilting specifier
كأنِّي بها ما بينَ أختٍ وضرّةٍ
إليَّ بأسرار الغرام أسَرَّتِ
As if with her what is between a sister and a wife
She confided to me with the secrets of passion
أضيمَتْ كضَيْمي بين قومي وأُسْرتي
ومن ضَيْمها كادَت تبيحُ طمرَّتي
She was straitened like my straitness among my people and my family
And from her straitness she almost made lawful my concealment
من الضَّيْم ما أخفَيْتُه تحت أطماري
أمضَّ هواها في فؤادي وما حوى
From the straitness I hid beneath my pretendings
Her love passed in my heart and whatever it contained
سوى حبّها حتَّى أُليم فما ارعوى
وقد سألتْ عمَّا أُلاقي من الجوى
Apart from her love until I was pained but did not argue
And she asked about what I face from burning
فَرُحْتُ إليها أشتكي مضض الهوى
كما شَكت الأقلام مني إلى الباري
So I went to her complaining of the torment of passion
As the pens complained from me to the Creator
رَأتْ فَتَياتُ الحيّ عَيني وَوَبْلَها
فأكْثَرْنَ بالتأنيب إذ ذاك عَذْلَها
The girls of the neighborhood saw my eyes and their confusion
So they increased then in reproaching her their blaming
فَرُحْتُ وقد أجْرَتْ لها العينُ سَيْلَها
وجاراتها راحَتْ مُؤَنِّبة لها
I was glad when the eye unlocked its floods for her
And her female neighbors went reproaching her
على ما جرى في السفح من مدمعي الجاري
أهيمُ بمرآها وحسن قوامها
For what occurred in the plain from my streaming tears
I wander about her mirror and the beauty of her figure
وإنِّي لمعذورٌ بمثل هيامها
وكم ليلةٍ قد بِتُّ جنح ظلامها
And indeed I am excusable for the like of my infatuation
And how many a night have I spent its darkness
يسامرني طول الدجى من غرامها
سميرٌ أُناغي في معانيه سُمّاري
Keeping me company all night long from her passion
A conversation I whisper to in its meanings my murmurer
إذا قَرُبَتْ من ناظري أو تأخَّرَتْ
ففي صورة الشَّمس المنيرة صُوِّرَتْ
When she drew near my sight or was delayed
She was depicted in the image of the shining sun
متى أسْفَرَتْ عن وجهها أو تَستَّرَتْ
على قربها منِّي إذا هي أسْفَرَتْ
Whether she revealed her face or veiled
In her nearness to me when she reveal it
يباعدُ منها الحسنُ ما بين أسفاري
لها مقلةٌ كالمشرفيِّ شباتُها
Beauty distances from her what between my journeys
She has a gaze like the youth of its shooting
لعقيدة صَبري أوهَنَتْ نفثاتُها
إذا ما رَنَتْ أو رُتّلت كلماتها
To my patience's certainty her breaths weakened
If she rang or intoned her words
لرقّةِ سِحْري تنتمي لحظاتُها
وألفاظُها تُعزى لرقَّةِ أشعاري
For the softness of my sorcery her moments belong
And her words attributed to the softness of my poetry