وَأَغيَدَ طاوِي الخَصرِ رَيّانَ ما حَوَت
مآزِرُهُ كَالغُصنِ ينآدُ في الحتفِ
A languid beauty, slender-waisted yet full in all
his loincloth enfolds, bends like a bough in the throes of death.
أُقبِّلُهُ بِالوَهمِ منّي وَلَو دَنا
إِليّ حَبيبي كُنتُ قَبَّلتُ بِالخَطفِ
I kiss him in fancy from afar; yet were
my beloved to draw near, I would steal a kiss.
يَزيدُ عَلى مَرِّ الزَمانِ مَلاحَةً
فَكالشَمسِ في مَبدى وَكَالبَدرِ في نصفِ
With the passage of time, he only grows lovelier—
like the sun at its rising, and the full moon at midmonth.
حَبيبٌ بَعيدُ الغورِ قاسٍ فُؤادُهُ
وَلَكنَّهُ قَد لانَ بِاللَفظِ وَاللُطفِ
A beloved unfathomable, hard of heart,
and yet he has softened in speech and tenderness.
فَلا وَصلَ إِلا بِاختلاسةِ نَظرَةٍ
تَزيدُ بِها بَلوايَ ضعفاً عَلى ضَعفِ
There can be no union save by stealing a glance
that makes my affliction twice and yet twice worse.
Sol 5.6