وشادنٍ شادٍ أتى زائراً
واللَّيلُ مُرخي جانِبي بُردهِ
A happy visitor came,
While the night spread its cold around.
بدا فقلتُ البدرُ في تمِّهِ
شدا فقلتُ الطيرُ في رَندهِ
It appeared, so I said the full moon rises,
It drew near, so I said the bird twitters.
نورٌ بخدّيهِ بدا زاهياً
فنارُ وجدي مِن سنا وقدِهِ
Light shone on his cheeks,
So the fire of my passion was kindled by his incense.
راحَ بقلبي في الهوى طاعناً
برمحهِ المهزوزِ مِن قدِّهِ
He pierced my heart with love,
With his shaking spear from his height.
وسلَّ مِن أجفانهِ صارِماً
فقطّعَ الأحشاءَ في غِمدِهِ
And he drew his sword from his eyelids,
So it cut through my insides in its sheath.
فاعجب لسيفٍ لازمٍ جفنهُ
جُرحُ فؤادي بشبا حدِّهِ
A wonder, a sword tied to his eyelid,
The wound of my heart by the keenness of its edge.
ناعسُ طرفٍ بات مِن هزلهِ
يُفيدُ طرفي الجِدَّ في سُهدِهِ
A sleepy eyelid passed the night jesting,
My watchful eyes gain seriousness in its daze.
وليلةٍ قد متّعتني بهِ
يخلُطُ ودِّي بجنَي وُدِّهِ
A night that gave me pleasure through him,
Mixing my affection with his love.
جادَ بحقِّ الزّورِ مِن بعدما
شحَّ بزورِ الطّيفِ في صَدِّهِ
He was generous with the truth after
He was stingy with the phantom of dreams.
فَبِتُّ واللّيلةُ قد قُصِّرت
بطولِ أكبابي على نَهدِهِ
So I stay awake and the night is shortened
By my vigil on his chest.
قريرَ عينٍ جادَ لي قُربُهُ
بكلِّ ما أمَّلتُ في بُعدِهِ
The sight of a fawn came generously close,
With all I had wished for in its distance.
يُعلُّني من ريقهِ قهوةً
بالباردِ المصبُوبِ في شهدِهِ
It makes me drink coffee from its saliva
Poured cold in its honey.
ذهلت مِن فرطِ سُروري بهِ
ذهلةَ عانٍ فُكَّ مشن قَيدِه
I swooned from joy over him,
The swoon of a captive just freed from his chains.
فسالَ ماءُ الدّمعِ وجداً كما
جُمِّد ماءُ الحسنِ في خَدِّهِ
So tears flowed passionately as
Beauty's water froze on his cheek.
بكى على ضُرِّي بهِ رحمةً
وقد يلينُ المرءُ في شدِّهِ
He cried over my pain out of mercy,
When harshness softens in intensity.
كأنَّما الدّمعُ على خدّهِ
تساقُطُ الطّلّ على وَردِهِ
As if the tears on his cheek
Were drops of dew falling on roses.
فدمعُهُ المنثورُ مِن سِلكهِ
وثغرُهُ المنظومُ في عِقدِهِ
His scattered tears from his braids
And his strung lips in his necklace.
متى أعادَ الدّهرُ لي مِثلها
أَعتدُّها للدّهرِ مِن عندِهِ
If time brings me its like again
I will count it from time itself.
سقاكَ كأسَ الغيثِ كفُّ الحيا
على خفيفِ الوزنِ من رعدِهِ
The rain clouds poured you a cup
Rhythmically, from its thunder.
