حلو التَمايُل مَمنوع مِن القَبل
بِحُبِّه همت في العسال وَالعَسلي
Sweet is the swaying, though kissing is forbidden,
With passion for him, I yearned for honey and honeycomb,
وَمَوقِف الحال بَينَ الحاجِبين بَدا
فَاِعجَب لِحُسن بِلال مَن رَآهُ بلي
And the stance of the situation between the eyebrows appeared,
So Bilal's beauty amazed whoever saw him.
مراض أَلحاظه قامَت بنصرتِها
سِهام هدب بِالفارِس البَطَل
The glances of his eyes stood up in his support,
Arrows that pierce with the brave knight.
في وُجنَتَيهِ شَفيع كُلَّما صَدرت
أَوامر الفَتكِ اِحيا مُهجَة الاِمَلِ
In his cheeks a mediator whenever,
Orders of murder revived the slain hopes.
لَولا اِبتِسام لَدى الاِعراض يُسعِفُنا
ذابَت قُلوب من الاِشفاق وَالوَجَل
If not for the smile during disapproval that helps us,
Our hearts would melt from compassion and anxiety.
ضَللت سبل السَرى في لَيل طرته
حَتّى هَداني نور بِالجَبينِ جلى
The paths of destiny went astray in the night of its loss,
Until the light on his forehead guided me.
يا لَيتَهُ لَم يطل بِالجيد فتنته
وَلَيتَهُ عَن عَظيم الشَوقِ لَم يمل
I wish he had not been tempting for long with his beauty,
And I wish he had not been tired of intense longing.
بَين الثَنايا وَمحمر الشِفاه حَوى
درا لَه مِن بَديع الاِقحُوانِ حَلى
Between dimples and reddened lips, he contained
A pearl for him of the finest ruby.
آمَنت بِاللَهِ كَم طالَت غَدائِرُهُ
فَظَلَّلَت زُمرَة العُشّاقِ بِالطَلَلِ
I believed in God, how long his tresses are,
So it shaded the group of lovers in the ruins.
قَد صافَحَتني بِلَيل السَعد راحَتَهُ
بِكف عَبد لَه مِن عُطرِها ثَمِل
The comfort of my fortunate night shook my hand,
Of a servant saturated with its fragrance.
فَاِنشَق شَذى المِسك مِن آثار راحَتِهِ
وَكُنتَ من لَفتَةِ الواشي عَلى وَجَل
So the musk scent diffused from the traces of his hand,
And you were anxious because of the slanderer’s affection.
قالَت وُشاة الحِمى حاشا لِعاشِقِهِ
بِأَن يَفوزَ بِلَمح العَينِ في الحَلل
The protectors of the sanctuary said, shame on his lover,
That he wins a glance of the eye during hi visits.
وَكَيفَ يَخلو بخل نحن عصبَته
وَدونه فَاِنكات البيض وَالأَسَل
And how can it lack stinginess while we are his partisans,
And before him the white and black swords.
فَكَم محب صَبا من قَبلِه فَغَدا
بِأَسهُم الحي مطروحا عَلى طَلَل
So how many lovers sobbed before him and in the morning
Became slain with the arrows of love on the ruins.
فَيا لَهُ من شَهيد بِالهَوى مزجت
أَكوابَ قَتلَتِهِ بِالصُلبِ وَالعَسَل
What a martyr he is of love, his murder cups mixed,
With crucifixion and honey.
طابَ اِفتِضاحي وَاِنّي عاشِق دَنف
لا أَنهى عَنهُ في حَلى وَمُرتَحلي
My disgrace is good, and I am a passionate lover of Dánaf,
I do not refrain from him in meadows or on my travels.
اِن كانَ حُبّي لَهُ عَيبا وَمنقصة
وَفرط شَوقي به ضرب من الخلل
If my love for him is a fault and a discredit,
And my excessive passion for him a kind of madness.
ما بالَكُم مُذ ذَنا هاجَت بَلابِلُكُم
وَأَثبت الوَجد دَعواكُم لكل خلى
Why have you been disturbed since the nightingales roused,
And ecstasy affirmed your calls to every friend.
دَعهُم وَلَومى وَسي أَو فسفك دَمى
اِنّي مقر بلوعات الغَرامِ ملى
Leave them blaming me or stabbing me,
I admit the agonies of love tired me.
وَبِدعَة الحُب أَقوى بدعة عهدت
فَمَن يَلُم مُستَها ما بِالغَرامِ بَلى
The innovation of love is the strongest innovation I made a covenant with,
So who blames its tolerant, what of love's madness?
وَقَد تَمَثَّلَت فيما قالَهُ سَلفى
أَنا الغَريقُ فَما خوفى مِنَ البَلَلِ
My ancestors embodied what they said,
I am drowning so I have no fear of getting wet.
اِفديهِ حين تَحيل الخَصر مِنهُ بَدا
يَهتَزُّ مِن خَوف رَدف خص بالثقل
I ransom him when the waist sways, it appears
Swaying in fear of the heavily loaded saddlebags.
بكر الكَميت اِذا دارَت بِحضرَتِهِ
من وُجنَتَيهِ غَدَت حَمراء في خَجَل
Al-Kumait’s virgin, if she turns around him,
Her cheeks blush in shyness from his cheeks.
لَو قابَلَ البَدر نَشوانا بغرته
لَصارَ طالِع بَدر الافق في زحل
If the full moon met our delight in its brightness,
The rising full moon in the horizon would be in decline.