أَكُلُّ شاكٍ بداءِ الحُبِّ مُضْناكِ
ماذا جَنَتْهُ عَلى العُشَّاقِ عَيْناكِ
Every lover worn down by love's affliction
What did your eyes commit against lovers?
قدْ كانَ لِي عن سَبيل الحُبِّ مُنْصرَفٌ
حَتَّى دَعَوْتِ لَهُ قَلْبي فَلَبَّاكِ
I had turned away from the path of love
Until you summoned my heart, so it obeyed you
أيْقَظْتِه لأساه ثُمّ نِمْتِ وَما
بالَيْتِ إيَّاكِ شكوى الصَّبِّ إيّاكِ
You awakened it, though it slept, yet you did not
blame it for complaining of wakefulness, you!
أحْيي ذَماي وما أتْلَفْتِ مِنْ رَمَقٍ
إنْ قلتُ عِطفاكِ قالا بَلْ دَلالاكِ
It brings my withered soul back to life, though not one breath remains,
If I say it was kindness, no, but your coquetry!
كأنني لَسْتُ أدري مَنْ أراقَ دَمي
واللهِ ما بفُؤادي غَيْرُ مَرْماكِ
It's as if I don't know who shed my blood
By Allah, none but you dwells in my heart
أسْتَغْفِرُ اللهَ لا أبْغِيكِ مَظْلَمَةً
فأنْتِ منِّيَ في حِلٍّ ومِنْ ذاكِ
I ask God's forgiveness, I do you no wrong
You have freedom with me, as for that other
كُلٌّ عَليَّ له جُنْدٌ مُجَنَّدَةٌ
يَكْفيكِ يا هِنْدُ أنّي بعضُ قَتْلاكِ
All have legions arrayed against me
It suffices you, O Hind, that I am one of your victims
كَيْفَ الخَلاصُ لِمثْلي مِنْ هَواكِ وَقَدْ
رمىَ بيَ الوَجْدُ في أشراكِ أسْراكِ
How can one like me escape your love when
Passion has cast me into the snares of your bonds?
أعْدَتْ جُفونُكِ قَلْبي حَيْرةً وضَنىً
فَهَلْ دليلٌ لقلبٍ حائرٍ شاكِ
Your eyelids left my heart confused and full of yearning
Is there any guide for a heart lost in doubt?
قَدْ كُنْتُ أطْمَعُ أنْ تَصْحُو صَبابَتُهُ
لو قَدْ صَحَتْ مِنْ حُمَيّا التِّيْهِ عِطْفاكِ
I had hoped that your youth might yet awaken
If only your kindness had awakened from heedlessness
زَجَرْتُ فيكِ رَسُولَ الطرفِ عن نظَرٍ
فهلْ عَلى القَلْبِ عَتْبٌ إنْ تَمَنَّاكِ
I chided the messenger of your glance against looking
Can the heart be blamed if it longs for you?
يا طَلْعَةَ الحُسْنِ تَزْهُو في مَلابِسِهِ
رُحْماكِ في أنْفُسِ العُشَّاقِ رُحماكِ
O rising moon of beauty, radiant in your garments
May your mercy dwell in the souls of lovers!
تِيْهي على الشَّمسِ واسْبي البَدْرَ مَطْلعَهُ
فإنَّما رَوْضةُ الدُّنيا مُحيَّاكِ
Wander lost under the sun and eclipse the rising moon
For the garden of life is only lit up by your visage
أقولُ والرَّوْضُ يُجْلَى في زَخارفهِ
مَنْ عَلَّم الرَّوْضَ يَحكي حُسْنَ مَغناكِ
I say, and the garden glows with all its ornaments
Who taught the garden to describe your beauty?
في فِيْكِ راحٌ وفي عِطْفَيْكِ هِزَّتُها
فَهَلْ تَثنِّيْكِ سُكْرٌ مِنْ ثَناياكِ
Serenity is in your mouth, in your glances its stirrings
Does tipsiness from your kisses make you sway?
أليْسَ مِنْ أعظمِ الأشياءِ مَوْجدةً
أنْ تَضحكي بي وطَرْفِي دائِمٌ باكِ
Is it not the sublimest of things
That you should laugh at me while my eyes are ever weeping?
وأقْطَعُ العُمْرَ مالي في سِواكِ هَوىً
ولَيْسَ لي مِنْكِ يَوْماً حَظُّ مِسْواكِ
I spend a lifetime devoted to love for none but you
Yet from you I've never had a day's joy in union
أُوْمي بفيِّ لِتَقْبيلِ الصَّبا وَلَهاً
أقول شَوْقاً عَساها قَبَّلتْ فاكِ
I kiss the zephyr, crazily hoping it has kissed your mouth
And I fill my breast with its breaths, inhaling from it your perfume
وأملأُ الصَّدْرَ من أنْفاسِها كَلفاً
بِما أشُمُّ بها من طِيْبِ رَيَّاكِ
Does wailing and moaning offer any consolation?
What is wailing and moaning without you?
هَلْ بالأُثَيْلِ وبانِ الجزعِ تَسْليةٌ
وما الأُثَيْلُ وبانُ الجَزْع لَوْلاكِ
I love him, though he is far away,
And in truth I love none but you
إنّي لأَهْواهُ والثَّاوي بحِلَّتهِ
ولَسْتُ أهوى على التَّحْقيقِ إِلّاكِ
O you whose advent caused ribs to bow
I see you forget a youth who'll not forget you
يا مَنْ نأتْ وبأحنْاءِ الضُّلوع ثوَتْ
تُراكِ تَنْسَيْنَ صَبّاً لَيْسَ يَنْساك
By the secret of a beauty you are its grace
If beauty were given human form, none would surpass you
أما وسِرُّ جَمالٍ أنْتِ رَوْنَقُهُ
لَو صُوِّرَ الحُسْنُ شَخْصاً ما تَعَدَّاكِ
Greet from afar one whose soul you revive
Whenever the morning blows, it greets you
حَيِّي عَلى البُعْدِ تُحيي نَفْسَ ذي كَمَدٍ
ما إنْ تَهُبُّ صَباً إِلّا وحَيّاكِ
