Claude 2

  1. لاَ تُخْدَعَنَّ بِرِقَّةٍ فِي خَدِّهِ

    فَالسَّيْفُ قَتَّالٌ بِرِقْةِ حَدِّهِ

    Do not be deceived by the softness of his cheek

    The sword is lethal in the sharpness of its edge

  2. وَدَعِ الجُفُونَ فَإِنَّمَا وَسْنَانُهَا

    أَضْحَى سِنَاناً فِي مُثَقَّفِ قَدِّهِ

    And leave the eyelids for their teeth

    Have become fangs in the socket of its preparation

  3. ظَبْيٌّ حَكَى نَوْمِي دَوَامُ نَفَارِهِ

    عَنِّى فَواصَلَ ضِدَّهُ مَعَ صَدِّهِ

    A gazelle told of my sleep, the persistence of its fleeing

    From me so its opposite reached its goal with its purpose

  4. وَسَرَى إِلى جِسْمِي الضَّنَا مِن خَصرِهِ

    فَهَوِيتُ ذَاكَ لإِنَّهُ مِنْ عِنْدِهِ

    And weakness crept into my body from its navel

    So I fell for that is from it

  5. عَجِبَ الحَسُودُ وَقَدْ رَأَى سُكْرِي بِلاَ

    حَدٍّ وقَلْبِي فِي عُقُوبَةِ حَدِّهِ

    The envious were amazed when they saw my intoxication without

    Limit and my heart in the punishment of its edge

  6. خَفِّضْ عَلَيْكَ أَلَيْسَ خَفْقُ وِشَاحِهِ

    يَحْكِي فُؤَادِي أَوْ تَلَهُّبُ خَدِّهِ

    Lower your eyes, is not the fluttering of its scarf

    Tell of my heart or the glowing of its cheek

  7. هِيَ نِسْبَةٌ لَوْ أَنَّ قَلْبِيَ نَالَهَا

    مُتَوَقِّداً لَعَذَرْتُهُ فِي وَقْدِهِ

    It is an affinity, if only my heart attained it

    Burning, I would forgive it in its kindling

  8. شُكْرِي لِصَبْرِي عَنْهُ إِذْ هُوَ خَانَنِي

    وَرَأَى الخِيَانَةَ كَالْوَفَاءِ بِعَهْدِهِ

    My gratitude for my patience from it when it betrayed me

    And saw betrayal as faithfulness to its promise

  9. ولَمْدَمَعِي بُعْداً وَسَحْقاً إِنَّهُ

    دُرٌّ لَدَيَّ ولَمْ يَكُنْ فِي عِقْدِهِ

    And for my flowing tears, far and wasted, it

    Is a pearl to me and was not in its string

  10. مَنْ مُنْصِفِي مِنْ قُرْبِهِ فَلَقَدْ أَبَى

    قُرْبِي وَمَنْ ذَا مُنْقِذِي مِنْ بُعْدِهِ

    Who will justify me from its nearness, it has refused

    My nearness and who will save me from its distance

  11. يا بَانَةَ الوَادِي وَيَا وَرْقَاءَهُ

    نُوحِي لِغُصنِكِ إِذْ أَنُوحُ لِفَقْدِهِ

    O Bana, valley dweller, and its greenery

    Whisper to your branch as I moan for its loss

  12. أَنْتِ الحَزِينَةُ والحَزِينُ أَنَا كِلاَنَا

    اليَوْمَ مَعْذُورٌ يَنُوحُ بِوَجْدِهِ

    You are the sorrowful one and the sorrowful one is I, both of us

    Today excused to moan for its passion

  13. حَالِي كَحَالِكِ وَالمُجَاوِرُ كَفُّهُ

    لِلمَاءِ يَعْرِفُ حَرَّهُ مِنْ بَرْدِهِ

    My state is as your state, and the neighbor of its palm

    Knows its heat from its cold