أَنا هاوٍ لِمُستَطيلٍ أَغَنِّ
كُلَما اِشتَدَّ صارَت النَفسُ رَخوَه
I am enamored of one long-drawn, rich with nasal resonance.
Whenever he grows constricted, breath becomes his flowing softness.
أَهمِسُ القَولَ وَهوَ يَجهَرُ سرّاً
وَإِذا ما اِنخَفَضتُ أَظهرَ عُلوَه
I whisper the utterance, while he voices a secret aloud.
And whenever I lower myself, he displays his loftiness.
فَتحَ الوَصلَ ثُمَ أَطبقَ هَجراً
بِصَفيرٍ وَالقَلب قَلقلَ شَجوَه
He opened the way to union, then shut it tight in estrangement.
With sibilance—while the heart made its sorrow quiver.
لانَ دَهراً ثُمَ اِغتَدى ذا اِنحِرافٍ
وَفشا السرُّ مُذ تَكرَّرتُ نَحوَه
For an age he was yielding; then he transgressed, possessed of deviation.
And the secret spread abroad from the moment I turned to him again and again.
Sol 5.6