جِد يا صبا لِحَليف الوَجدِ وَالسقم
يَراح ذِكرى أَخلائي بِذي سلم
Strive, O gentle breeze, for the distressed lover in anguish,
May the memory of my dear friends in Salam bring relief,
وَاِستَفت حالي لِما هُم عَن لَظى ظَمىء
وَاِنظُر لِحالي وَدَعني والِها بِهِم
Consider my state, thirsty for their sweet union,
Look upon my condition, leave me be, make them long for me,
مَرت لَيالِ بِشَهد الاِنس حالِيَة
لكِنَّها في الهوى مَرَّت لِبُعدِهِم
Nights passed in sweet company and delight,
Yet in love they passed, distanced from them,
وَاِستَخدَموا مُهجَتي في الحُبِّ وَاِقتَدَروا
وَكَلَّفوني بِصَبرٍ فيهِ مُنعَدِم
They made use of my love, and took it for granted,
Burdening me with patience, in which I am lacking,
زادوا ضَيا مُقلَتي ضِعفَينِ اِذ حَضَروا
وَضاعَفوا النَقص في تَغييبِ طَيفِهِم
They increased the loss of my weeping eyes twofold when they came,
And doubled the imperfection in their absence,
صانوا صَدى اِسفى عَن سَمعِ عاذِلِهِم
لكِنَّهُم مَزَجوا دَمعاً جَرى بِدَمِ
They shielded the echo of my cries from their blamer’s hearing,
Yet they mixed a tear that flowed with blood,
عَرب لَهُم في لَيالي الهَجرِ لامِعَة
وَفي النَهارِ نُفور زاد في أَلَم
Radiant nights of estrangement they spent weeping,
And days of aloofness, increasing my pain,
ما حيلَتي مُذ نَأَوا عَني بِجانِبِهِم
الاِرجاء وِصال الطيف في الحِلم
I have no stratagem since they distanced themselves,
Except hoping to meet their image in a dream,
لا عَن رِضاما جَرى مِن بَعدِهِم فَجَرى
مِن بَعدِهِم غَيثُ دَمعَ واكِف الديم
I am not pleased with what transpired after their absence,
After them came a flood of tears, ceaseless in flow,
فَما لِعَيني اِن قلت اِكففا همتا
وَما لِقَلبي اِن قُلتُ اِستَفِق يَهم
Why should my eyes cease, if I say stop your weeping?
Why should my heart awaken, if I say be conscious, my care!
روحي الفِداءُ لِمَن بانوا فَما سَتَرَت
شُؤن عَيني ما بِالقَلبِ مِن ضرم
My soul is sacrificed for those who distanced themselves, uncovered,
No longer veiled are the affairs of my eyes and heart,
وَبي مِنَ الغيد من أَلهت شَمائِلُه
فُؤاد عاشِقِهِ عَن جيرَة العِلم
Of beauty are those who distracted me from the region of knowledge,
Engrossing the heart of their lover away from the path of learning,
حب أَرى قَدمى تَسعى لِساحَتِه
وَما عَلِمَت هَواهُ كَم اِراقَ دَمى
A love that I see my feet striving towards its courtyard,
Unaware how much blood it has shed,
عَلاقَتي في الهَوى أَضحَت مَبرَأَة
وَذِمَّتي اِن نَسوا جَلَت عَن الرَتم
My attachment in love is now disavowed,
And my conscience, if forgotten, is free of blame,
وَعِفَّتي في الهَوى العَذرى ناصرتي
وَعِصمَتي عِصمَتي عَن زِلة الوَصمِ
My chastity in love, my aid and protection,
And my honor, my honor safe from the stain of disgrace.
