أسَراةَ الحَيّ بي مِنْكُم رُشَيّ
مُنْصَفُ الأرْدافِ مَبْخُوسُ الحُشَيّ
O nobles of the clan, a slender young gazelle from among you has captivated me—
well-proportioned of hip and slender-waisted,
لَيِّنُ المَعْطِفِ قاسٍ قَلْبُهُ
فاتِكٌ باللَّحظِ آسٍ باللُّمَيْ
supple in figure, yet hard of heart,
deadly with his glances, healing with his dusky lips—
حال رَغْماً بَيْنَ قَلبي والحَشا
يَوْمَ لاقتْ وَجْنَتاهُ مُقْلَتَيْ
he has come, against my will, between my heart and my inmost breast.
The day his two cheeks met my two eyes—
آه مِن عَينيَّ ماذا جنَتَا
لَيْسَ شيءٌ مِنهما أعْدَى عَلَيْ
ah, my two eyes! What have they wrought?
Nothing is a fiercer foe to me than those two.
أسَراةَ الحَيِّ كُفُّوا ظَبْيَكُمْ
واتَّقوا الرَّحْمنَ في قَتْلِ شُجَيْ
O nobles of the clan, restrain your gazelle,
and fear the All-Merciful over the killing of a heartsick lover
يَجِدُ الذُّلَّ لَذيذاً فِيكُمُ
ويَرَى تَعْذيبَهُ أعْذبَ شَيْ
who finds humiliation at your hands delightful
and deems his torment the sweetest thing.
قدْ تملَّكتُمْ فُؤادِي فاسْمَحُوا
واقْبَلوني أوْ فردُّوه إلَيْ
You have taken possession of my heart, so be gracious—
accept me, or return it to me.
Sol 5.6