صَبابَةُ نَفسٍ لا تَرى الهَجرَ حالِياً
وَصَبوَةُ قَلبٍ ما تَرى الوَصلَ شافِيا
A soul’s yearning that finds no sweetness in estrangement,
And a heart’s ardor that finds no cure in union.
نَزَلتُ عَلى حُكمِ الصَبابَةِ وَالهَوى
فَصِرتُ أَرى لِلخَلِّ ما لا يَرى لِيا
I submitted to the sway of longing and love,
And came to grant my beloved what he grants not me.
وَلَولا الهَوى ما كُنتُ آمَلُ باخِلاً
وَأَحَمُ ظَلّاماً وَأَذكُرُ ناسِيا
Were it not for love, I would never hope in a miser,
Defend a tyrant, or remember one who forgets.
وَمِن شَأنِهِ أَنّي إِذا ما حَضَرتُهُ
جَفاني وَسَمّاني إِذا غِبتُ جافِيا
It is his way that whenever I am in his presence,
He shuns me, yet when I am absent calls me the shunner.
عَلى أَنَّني أَنأى فَأَدنو تَذَكُّراً
وَلَستُ كَمَن يَدنو فَيَنأى تَناسِيا
And though I draw away, remembrance brings me near;
I am not like one who draws near, then retreats in forgetfulness.
وَيُعجِبُني حُبّي لَهُ وَصَبابَتي
إِلَيهِ وَإِمساكي عَلَيهِ وِدادِيا
I delight in my love for him and in my yearning
For him, and in keeping my affection fixed upon him.
فَلَو ظَنَّني أَسلوهُ لَم يَكُ هاجِراً
وَلَو خالَني أَنساهُ لَم يَكُ نائِيا
Had he thought that I might cease to love him, he would not forsake me;
Had he imagined I might forget him, he would not stay away.
وَلَكِنَّ عِشقي في ضَمانٍ جُفونِهِ
فَيَأمَنُ سَلواني وَيَرجو غَرامِيا
But my passion lies secured within his eyelids,
So he feels safe from my forgetting and expects my enduring passion.
Sol 5.6