تملَّكتموا عقلي وطرفي ومسمَعي
وروحي وأحشائي وكلي بأجمعي
You have possessed my mind, my sight, and my hearing,
My spirit, my innermost being—my whole self, all of me.
وتيّهتُموني في بديع جمالِكُم
ولم أدر في مجر الهوى أينَ موضعي
You left me bewildered in your wondrous beauty,
And I knew not where I stood in love’s flowing course.
وأوصَيتُموني لا أبوح بسرِّكُم
فباحَ بما أخفي تفيضُ أدمعي
You charged me not to disclose your secret,
But my streaming tears divulged what I concealed.
ولمّا فنى صبري وقلَّ تجلُّدي
وفارَقتني نومي وحُرِّمَت مضجعي
And when my patience was spent and my endurance grew frail,
Sleep forsook me, and my bed was forbidden me.
أتَيت لقاضي الحبِّ قُلتُ أحبِّتي
جفوني وقالوا أنت في الحبِّ مدّعي
I went before love’s judge and said, “My beloved
Have shunned me, and they say: ‘You are but a pretender in love.’”
وعندي شهودٌ للصَبابةِ والأسا
يزكّونَ ذعوايَ إذا جئتُ أدعي
Yet I have witnesses to my passion and sorrow
Who attest my claim whenever I come to plead:
سهادي ووجدي واكتئابي ولوعتي
وشوقي وسقمي واصفراري وأدمعي
My sleeplessness, my ecstasy, my grief, and my anguish,
My yearning, my sickness, my pallor, and my tears.
ومن عجبٍ أني أحنُّ إليهِم
واسألُ شوقاً عنهم وهمُ معي
How strange that I yearn for them
And, longing, ask about them while they are with me;
وتبكيهُم عيني وهم في سوادِها
ويشكو النوى قلبي وهم بين أضلُعي
My eye weeps for them while they dwell in its dark pupil,
And my heart laments their distance while they are within my ribs.
فإن طلبوني في حقوقِ هواهُم
فإني فقيرٌ لا عليَّ ولا معي
If they demand of me what their love is owed,
I am a pauper, with nothing upon me and nothing in my possession.
وإن سجنوني في سجونِ جفاهُم
دخَلتُ عليهم بالشفيعِ المُشَفَّعِ
And if they imprison me in the prisons of their estrangement,
I enter their presence with the intercessor whose plea is granted.
Sol 5.6