عِشْ أَنْتَ إني مِتُ بَعْدَكْ
وَأَطِلْ إِلَى مَا شِئْتَ صَدَّكْ
Live on; I have died since you left.
And prolong your turning away as long as you wish.
كَانَتْ بَقَايَا لِلغَرَامِ
بمهجتي فَخَتَمْتُ بَعْدَكْ
Remnants of love still lingered
in my heart, but after you I put an end to them.
أَنْقَى مِن الفَجْرِ الضَّحُوْكِ
وَقَدْ أَعَرْتَ الفَجْرَ خَدَّكْ
Purer than the smiling dawn,
though you lent the dawn your cheek;
وَأَرَقُ مِنْ طَبْعِ النَّسِيْمِ
فَهَلْ خَلَعْتَ عَلَيْهِ بُرْدَكْ
and gentler than the nature of the breeze—
did you drape your cloak over it?
وألذ مِنْ كَأْسِ النَّدِيْم
وَقَدْ أَبَحْتَ الكَأْسَ شَهْدَكْ
And sweeter than a companion’s cup,
though you offered the cup your honey.
مَا كَانَ ضَرَّكَ لَوْ عَدَلْتَ
أَمَا رَأَتْ عَيْنَاكَ قَدَّكْ
What harm would it have done you to be fair?
Have your eyes not seen your own beauty?
وَجَعَلْتَ مِنْ جَفْنَيَّ مُتَّكَأً
وَمِنْ عَيْنَيَّ مَهْدَكْ
You made my eyelids a resting place
and my eyes your cradle.
إِنْ لَمْ يَكُنْ أدبي فَخُلْقُكَ
كَانَ أَوْلَى أَنْ يَصُدَّكْ
If my courtesy could not restrain you, your own character
should have been more reason to hold you back.
أَغَضَاضَةً يَا رَوْضُ إِنْ
أَنَا شاقني فَشَمَمْتُ وَرْدَكْ
Is it an offense, O garden, if
you drew me in and I smelled your roses?
وَمَلامَةً يَا قَطْرُ إِنْ
أَنَا راقني فَأَمَمْتُ وِرْدَكْ
And is it blameworthy, O rain, if
you delighted me and I sought your watering place?
وَحَيَاةِ عَيْنِكَ وَهِىَ عندي
مِثْلَمَا الإِيْمَانُ عِنْدَكْ
By the life of your eyes, which is to me
what faith is to you:
مَا قَلْبُ أُمِّكَ إِنْ تُفَارِقُهًا
وَلَمْ تَبْلُغْ أَشُدُّكْ
Your mother’s heart, if you leave her
before you have reached maturity,
فَهَوَتْ عَلَيْكَ بِصَدْرِهَا
يَوْمَ الفِرَاقِ لِتَسْتَرِدَّكْ
and she rushes toward you, breast first,
on the day of parting to reclaim you,
بِأَشَدَّ مِنْ خَفَقَانِ قلبي
يَوْمَ قِيْلَ خَفَرْتَ عَهْدَكْ
beats no harder than my heart
on the day they said you broke your pledge.
Sol 6