ما لعذّالي وما لي
قد أطالوا في المقالِ
What blame is mine, what fault have I,
That they prolong in talk, and range in liberty?
وَأَجالوا في المجالِ
في هوى ذاتِ الدلالِ
In love of her whose beauty chained mine eye,
How should reproach make head against my flame,
كيفَ يثنيه الملامُ
مَن بهِ طال الغرامُ
When longing in my heart is fed the same,
A streaming torrent that may not run dry?
وَهو صبٌّ مُستهام
شاحب الأعضاء بالِ
They chide in vain; love's sovranty I claim;
For me the bitter is made sweet thereby,
ظنُّهم باللومِ يسلو
وَهَو في الأشواق يعلو
Since my desire is still my mistress' name.
O comrades mine, the grip my heart is in
قلَّ ما للصبِّ يحلو
مطعمٌ مِن لوم سالِ
Between desire, and longing to possess,
For that slim, swaying shape, that brightness rare,
يا رِفاقي يا رِفاقي
إنّ قَلبي في وثاقِ
Is fire unquenched, is furnace fiery gin.
The lover's woes are traced in happiness;
بينَ وَجدي واِشتياقي
لسعيرِ الشوقِ سالِ
Time spoiled of frowns, by smiles made debonair,
Has power no more his own abode to win,
نارُ أهلِ العشق جنّة
بِالتصابي مُرجحنّة
Where day and night alternate in their stress.
You blamed me, when my love began to grow;
بِالمَلاهي مُطمئنّة
لَم يزحزح باِنتقالِ
But for myself, nor misery nor bliss,
Sickness or health, or death or life have I
يا مَلومي في سعادِ
لستَ لي أنتَ بهادي
Known other cause than this same lordly foe.
Lo, from her face the morning lights arise,
وَصَلاحي وفسادي
ورشادي في ضلالب
And in her hair the night its darkness stows.
I am her offering; at her feet I lie,
سَحَرت قَلبي وَصادَت
وخذتهُ ثمّ قادت
To me the world is daily paradise.
My body by the wasting sickness cleft
ليتَ شِعري هَل أَرادَت
هيَ هَجري أم وصالي
That fed upon me, of my strength bereft,
Was clad by her in habiliments new-made.
فاقَتِ الغصنَ قواما
وهيَ كالبدر تماما
What if her eye with inequality
Measured my merit, and threw light on me
غادَرَت جِسمي سقاما
ومحاق كالهلالِ
Only by fits, while radiance she arrayed
On others always, - oft the moon will be
أَلبَستني مِن هواها
ثوبَ سقمٍ قَد تناهى
Hid by a cloud, when in the sky arrayed,
But soon shines out again in brilliancy.
إِذ حَباها وكساها ال
لهُ برداً من جمالِ
Bowed is that slender stem beneath her burden white.
Fed by her moisture grows that ripening fruit;
يا لَها من شمس خدرِ
مَلكت سرّي وجهري
But I have only longing in my breast,
No gifts have I to offer, good or bright.
ما لَها من حيث تجري
فلك غير الحجالِ
That cheek outblooms the red flame of the light;
Speech from that mouth is sweeter honey-sweet.
قدُّها غصنٌ رطيب
تحته منها كثيبُ
Under her mantle bides she, shrouded quite,
Safe from all eyes, and I am dispossest
لَيس لي منها نصيبُ
مِن حرامٍ وحلالِ
Even of hope, unhappy that I am, and blest.
No sin it were if I should kiss her mouth,
خدّها كالجلّنارِ
شفّ من تحتِ الخمارِ
Sweeter than syrup that sweet mouth of hers,
The lips like pomegranates with their crimson smiles.
ريقُها مثل العقارِ
مزجهُ صفو الزلالِ
Her spittle healed me as a healing draught,
When from her fair face, shadowed by its flowers,
لَثمُها غيرُ مباح
مِن تناياها الملاحِ
She turned on me the lightning of her eyes.
Low at her feet my life in ruins brought,
حينَ لاحت كالإقاحِ
أَو كمنظوم السلالِ
Fed by her bounty's overflowing showers,
She made me slave of all, once freeman of the crowds.
أَنحَلتني مِن فناها
وَأباحَتني جناها
God grant her days may never know eclipse;
That she be tended well, and richly thrive,
وَأَضاءتني سناها
لستُ من بؤس مبالي
And ever grow in greatness and renown.
The phantom came to me unto her likeness,
أَمددَ اللّه بقاها
وَرَعاها وسَقاها
Called me by name and left with me its kiss.
Then happiness itself returned to stay:
بذلَ الطيفُ لقاها
لي رَخيصاً وهو غالِ
Thin things win bulk by fancy's alchemies.
The wind of East, what bounty does it bring
فَجَزاه اللّه عنّي ال
خيرَ إذ صدّق ظنّي
From a beloved's land, itself made sweet thereby!
To her my praise prolonged shall chant its song;
وَلكم فضل ومنّ
نلتُ من طيف الخيالِ
My plain, my verse, of her shall always tell.
Lord of the sure seat, of high magnificence,
قَد أطلتُ القول جهرا
في الهوى نظماً ونثرا
Let it reach thee and thy noble pride prolong,
That thou may'st guerdon me: thy benefits
وَأَبا المنصور أجرا
بمديحي ومقالي
Have raised me to a fervid eminence.
The bounty of this king all kings above
ملكٌ سادَ الملوكا
وَبنى المجدَ سموكا
Claimed glory, building up a tower sublime
That brought him near to heaven's high eminence.
وَنَفى عنه الشكوكا
وَتَرقّا في المَعالي
Thence over earth his glances dominate;
The stars themseves look up to him elate,
نَسَجت منهُ الأيادي
جود كعبٍ في أيادي
And guide him on to glorious ascendance.
The hands of noble souls were open ever,
وَهَمت بينَ العبادِ
منه كالسحب الثقالِ
And gifts unceasing flowed like streaming rain,
Poured out to all men with unsparing hand.
سادَ في الملكِ وفاقا
وَحَيا الجرد العتاقا
A lion, fierce, impetuous in the attack,
Yet gentlest friend, serenest to direct.
وَاِرتَقا سبعاً طباقا
وَتَجلّا بالجلالِ
In glory's mansion long he held the throne;
By him the mighty of old days were matched,
زَلزلَ الأرضَ فَمارت
إِذ مَذاكيهِ اِستَطارت
And over every height he soared erect.
He rode the earthquake, mastering its shock.
وَرَحى الهيجاءِ دارت
وَاِرجحنَّت في الثفالِ
He broke the maces of the lion-heart;
The roaring of the winds was hushed in death.
وَبَكت فيها البواكي
وغَدت فيها المزاكي
Loud rose the weeping for his dire attacks;
Men's souls were shivered on destruction's rack,
من مهانٍ ورماكي
وَاِستمدّت بالرعالِ
And groans burst from the tortured breast of earth.
Thou mountain mass, majestically bright,
أسدٌ ضارٍ مكينٌ
وَعَلى الجار أمين
Sea of grandeur, rich in myriad waves,
Moon in expansive full perfection seen,—
ما لهُ قطّ عرين
غير تير وعوالِ
Be thou my refuge in this trouble's night,
My morning-draught while gleam thy beacon-fires.
آمالي له سمانُ
وَهو في الفضل معانُ
The pouring of the rain makes loud the plain,
Then why should bounty's rain not fall from thee?
باسطُ الكفّ مصانُ ال
عرض فالمال المذالِ
Yea, let thy giving follow quick on vow;
Darling of fortune, let me live beloved,
أيّها الطودُ الأشمُّ الر
ركن والبحر الخضمُّ
On gifts from thy true hand my being depending.
And leave me not amid the rabble drove,
اللجّ والبدر الأتم
مُ المُتعالي بالكمالِ
Cast the small coin of base alloy unmoved:
Far from the noble soul be such an ending.
كُن لما أرجو ملاذاً
واِسقني غيثك هذا
Nay, be thou still my garden and my spring,
My morning draught, and comfort of my soul.
مُستهلّاً ورذاذا
مِن سجالك في سجالِ
While the night passes, and the rainy spheres,
Changeless, unchanging, rest thy glory's goal,
وَاِردف الجودَ بجودٍ
وَاِتركنّي في الوجودِ
Thy splendor's home too high for fortune's reach,
Nor years avail that steadfastness to bring.
ساحباً فضلَ البرودِ
بينَ جاهٍ ونوالِ
وَاِبقَ واِسلم في نعيمٍ
باسط غير ذميم
دائم الدهرِ مقيم
لم تغيّرهُ الليالي
