يا عاذِليَّ اليَومَ لا تَعذُلا
رُوحا فَإني مِن غَدٍ مُغتَدِ
O you who reproach me today, do not reproach,
For tomorrow I will be gone.
إِن شاءَ ذاكَ اللَهُ ثُمَّ إِذهَبا
لَن تَصحباني آخِرَ المُسنَد
If God wills it, then be gone,
You will not accompany me to the final resting place.
لا يَبتَغي الواجِدُ مِثلي أَخاً
إِذا أَخُو الواجِدِ لَم يُسعِدِ
The finder does not desire a brother like me,
When the brother of the finder does not bring joy.
في الحُزنِ إِن نابَ الفَتى حُزنُهُ
وَصاحِبُ المَرءِ بِهِ مُقتَدِ
In sorrow, if a young man's sorrow passes him by,
And the man's companion is with him, imitated.
ذَكَّرَني قَرناً وَخَيماً بِهِ
مازَلَّ مِن عَيشي فَلَم أَرقُدِ
It reminds me of a painful, sad time,
That did not cease to trouble my life, so I did not rest,
إِلّا قَليلاً لَيتَهُ لَم يَكُن
شَيئاً كَنَومِ الخائِفِ الأَرمَدِ
Except a little - would that it had not been
Anything - like the sleep of the anxious insomniac.
وَمَنزِلُ الحَيِّ بِهِ قَد عَفا
إِلّا مَخَطَّ النُؤى وَالمَوقِدِ
The abode of the living through it is ruined,
Except the courtyards and fireplaces.
بِالشِعبِ ذي الماءِ الَّذي سَيلُهُ
يَسلُكُ خَلفِ الظَرِبِ الأَسوَد
By the valley with the torrent whose flood
Flows behind the blackened hills,
يَمينَ مَن مَرَّ بِهِ مُتهِماً
وَعَن يَسارِ الجالِسِ المُنجِد
On the right of the one who passed by it accusing
And on the left of the resolute seated one,
إِذ نَحنُ أخدانُ الصِبا وَالهَوى
مِنّي وَمِن أَسماءَ لَم يَنفَد
When we were two captives of youth and desire
Never ending from me and from Asma.
أَكابِدُ اللَيلَ كَأَنّي بِهِ
مُحتَبِلٌ يَرصُدُ في مَرصَدِ
I suffer the night as if I were in it
An observer lying in wait in an observatory.
وَمَجلِسُ النُسوَةِ بَعدَ الكَرى
في رَوضَةٍ ذاتِ أَقاحٍ نَد
And the gathering of the women after the wine vessels
In a garden with thickets of reeds,
خَرَجنَ يَمشينَ مَعاً موهِناً
مَشيَ مَها الرَملِ إِلى مَوعِدِ
They went out walking together gently
Walking with the gait of an oryx to the trysting-place
مِنّي وَمِنهُنَّ وَقَد نَوَّمَت
عَنّا عُيُونُ الكُشَّحِ الحُسَّد
From me and from them, and drowsiness has closed
Our eyes from the envious spying.
فِيهنَّ حَوراءُ لَها صُورَةٌ
كَالبَدرِ قَد قارَنَ بِالأَسعُدِ
Among them a beauty whose form
Is like the full moon joined with good fortune,
مَمكُورَةُ الساقَين رُعبُوبَةٌ
كَالغُصنِ قَد مالَ وَلَم يُخضَدِ
Swaying of leg, graced,
Like a branch leaning and not yet ripe.
