طُرَّةُ ليلٍ فوقَ صُبْحٍ مُبينْ
أم حَلَكُ اللَّمةِ فوقَ الجبينْ
A night's cloudlet o'er a shining dawn,
Or grief's darkness upon my brow?
وابِأبي مَنْ أرتضي حُكْمَهُ
في مُهْجَتي وهو من الظالمين
By my father! Whoever I choose to arbitrate,
In my love, yet he sides against me.
أَغْيَدُ في وَجْنَتِهِ رَوْضَةٌ
يجري بها ماءُ الشباب المعين
In his cheek's garden is a meadow
Where flows the water of youth, ever fresh,
قلتُ وقد أقبل يختالُ في
بُرْدَتِهِ يَسْبِي نُهى الناظرين
I said, as he swaggered flaunting
His cloak, captivating with his glance.
هذا هو البدرُ وغصنُ النَّقا
فلا تكنْ فيه من الممترين
This is the full moon, branch of softness -
Do not doubt him!
عُلِّقْتُهُ أحوى حَوى بهجةً
تَمَثَّلَ السحرُ بها في العيون
I hung upon him, craving the delight
That magic worked within my eyes at dawn.
مطرَّزُ الخدِّ بماءِ الصِّبا
ناهيكَ مِنْ وردٍ ومن ياسمين
His cheek tattooed with rain of youth -
No less than rose and jasmine.
أطعتُ فيه نَزَعَات الهوى
ولم أزلْ أعصي به العاذلين
I obeyed the promptings of passion for him
And never ceased defying those who censure.
وصنتُ نفسي عن هوى غيرِهِ
من روضِ خَدَّيْهِ بوشيٍ مَصون
I protected my soul from love of any but him
From the meadow of his cheek, in safekeeping.
ولو سِوَى مَنْظَرِهِ راقني
لألاؤُهُ كنتُ من الخاسرين
Had I seen other than his beauty pleasing,
I'd have been lost indeed.
يا غُصُناً أزرى بِسُمْرِ القنا
وشادناً أودى بأُسْدِ العرين
O bough swaying with the wine stock's red,
O lion destroying the fortresses of heroes!
طلعتَ منْ قَوْمِكَ في أنجمٍ
أَوْضَحَتِ الظلماءَ للمدلجين
You rose among your people with stars
That light the dark for those astray.
أمسيتَ فيهم قمراً زاهراً
يُعشي سناهُ أعينَ الناظرين
You became their shining moon,
Your brilliance evenings the eyes of all who look.
يا لَهَنا المجدِ الذي حُزْتهُ
إنَّكَ منهُ في أي مكانٍ مكين
What glory have I won in you!
For you are firmly fixed, wherever you are found.
وليهنأ النبلُ سماتٍ بدت
عليك من فهمك للسامعين
Nobility itself smiles at the traits
You have displayed, in your understanding of listeners.
ما لمحيَّاك يروقُ الضحى
وما لأعطافكَ تَسْبي الغصون
The radiance of your visage gives joy,
The bending of your branches sways the boughs.
هل أنتَ إلا قِبْلَةٌ للورى
قد وقعوا طُرَّاً لها ساجدين
Are you other than a place of kneeling for all people,
Who fall before you worshipping?
أبا الوليد انتضِ سيفَ الهوى
واخضبْ ظُباه بدما العاشقين
Abu'l Walid, unsheathe the sword of love
And dip its blade in the blood of lovers.
قد نمَّق الحسادُ في وصلنا
زخارفَ الخالين والحاسدين
The envious ones have picked apart our union,
Spoiling the adornments of the intimate and hater.
راموا انقلابَ الودِّ فلْترْمِهِمْ
بردهم ينقلبوا صاغرين
They hoped to turn love away, but hurl at them
Their plots - let them retreat disgraced!
