خَليليَّ إنَّ الغيثَ أَوَّلُه قَطْرُ
ونارُ الهَوى قد صار دُخانُها جَمْرُ
My two friends, rain begins with drops,
My beloved, the first of rain is but a drop
And the smoke of passion's fire has turned to embers.
And the fire of passion, its smoke has turned to embers
فلا تعذُلاني إن هَوِيتُ فإنَّني
هَويتُ رجاءً أن يُساعِدَني الدَّهرُ
So do not reproach me if I fell in love, for I
Reproach me not if I love, for I love
Fell in love hoping that time would favor me.
In hope that time will help me
فلمّا أبانَ الدهرُ لي غدرَ أهِله
تولَّيتُ عنهم إذ تَدارَكَني الصَّبرُ
But when time revealed its people's treachery to me,
When time showed the betrayal of its people
I turned away from them when patience came to my rescue.
I turned from them, as patience came to my aid
فكم من مُحِبٍّ قد تبيَّنَ عُذْرُهُ
فرامَ اصطباراً فاستقادَ له الصَّبرُ
For many a lover whose excuse had become clear
How many a lover, his excuse was clear
Then sought endurance, and patience yielded to him.
He persevered patiently, aided by patience
فلم يَكُ قلبي في الهَوى مثلَ قلبِه
فللهِ حمدٌ دائمٌ وله الشُّكرُ
Yet my heart in love was not like his heart;
My heart was not in love like his
So to God belongs everlasting praise, and to Him gratitude.
So praise be to God, and thanks forever
سأتُرُكُ مَنْ أهوى بما هو أهلُه
ولو كانَ مَنْ أهوى يُشاكِلُه البَدرُ
I shall forsake the one I love as he deserves,
I will leave the one I love as he deserves
Even if the full moon resembled the one I love.
Though he rivals the full moon in splendor
وأصبو إلى قولِ الذي قد عرَفتما
ألا سَقِّني خمراً وقل لي هي الخمرُ
And I am drawn to the words of the one you both already know:
And long for the words of one who knew
Come, pour me wine, and tell me, 'It is wine.'
Give me wine, and say "This is wine"
ألا سَقِّياني من سلافَةِ خَمرةٍ
يجانبُها المَحمودُ والأبلَهُ الغَمْرُ
Come, you two, pour me some of the choicest wine,
Give me old wine
Which the praiseworthy man and the inexperienced fool shun.
Shunned by the virtuous and drunk by fools
مُصَفِّقَةً كأساً كأنَّ شُعاعَها
تَوَرُّدُ خَدٍّ حينَ يبدو به السُّكْرُ
Decanted into a cup, its radiance seems like
Pour in a goblet that seems
The rosy flush of a cheek when drunkenness shows upon it.
Like the blush on a cheek when drunk
فإن كسروها بالمِزاجِ حكَتْ لنا
غلائِلَ عُشَّاقٍ أضرَّ بهم هَجْرُ
And if they weaken it by mixing, it evokes for us
If broken by mixture, it tells
The sheer tunics of lovers whom separation has harmed.
Of lovers harmed by separation's sting
فلا خَيْرَ في القُربى إذا ما مَلْلتَني
ولا خَيْرَ في نُعمى يُقارِبُها كُفرُ
So there is no good in closeness if ever you tire of me,
No good in kith if you weary me
Nor is there good in a blessing accompanied by ingratitude.
No good in boons next to blasphemy
Sol 6.1