العَينُ تَذرُفُ وَالفُؤادُ يَذوبُ
وَالوَجدُ يَحضُرُ وَالعَزاءُ يَغيبُ
The eye sheds tears, and the heart melts away;
Passion comes near, while consolation departs.
وَلِقِلَّةِ الكُرَماءِ أَنتَ مُضَيَّعٌ
وَلِكُثرَةِ الجُهّالِ أَنتَ غَريبُ
For want of generous souls, you are neglected;
And amid the multitude of fools, you are a stranger.
تَاللَهِ لَم تُخطِئكَ أَسبابُ الغِنى
إِلّا لِأَنَّكَ عاقِلٌ وَأَديبُ
By God, the means to wealth have passed you by
Only because you are discerning and cultivated.
فَاِصبِر فَقَد عَزّاكَ عَن دَركِ الغِنى
أَن لَيسَ يُدرِكُهُ أَغَرُّ نَجيبُ
So be patient: this consoles you for not attaining wealth—
That no bright, highborn noble ever attains it.
عابوا قُطوبي أَن تَعَذَّرَ مَطلَبي
أَرَأَيتَ بَدراً لَيسَ فيهِ قُطوبُ
They faulted my frown when my quest proved unattainable—
Have you ever seen a full moon without a frown?
وَشُحوبَ جِسمي مِن مُواصَلَةِ السَرى
هَل مِن هِلالٍ لَيسَ فيهِ شُحوبُ
And they faulted my body's pallor from journeying all night—
Is there any crescent moon that is not pale?
وَلَقَد يَدُلُّ عَلى كَمالِ كَرامَتي
أَنّي إِلى قَلبِ الكَريمِ حَبيبُ
Indeed, this attests the perfection of my honor:
That I am beloved by every generous heart.
وَلَقَد جَلا حُزني وَفَرَّجَ كَربَتي
أَنَّ اللَئيمَ لِرُؤيَتي مَكروبُ
And this has dispelled my grief and relieved my anguish:
That the ignoble man is distressed at the sight of me.
لا تَلعَبَنَّ فَمِن رِوائِكَ طالِبٌ
وَمِنَ العَجائِبِ لاعِبٌ مَطلوبُ
Do not trifle: among those watching you there is a pursuer;
And what a wonder—a player who is himself pursued!
Sol 5.6