هاجت عليَّ بلابل الاشواق
فجرى دماً دمعي من الآماق
The doves of longing stormed me,
So my tears flowed from the depths.
غنَّى الحمام على الاراك مهيجاً
صبوات قلب الوالد المشتاقِ
The pigeons cooed on the shrubs, arousing
The yearnings of the loving father's heart.
هل شاقك ابن الطوق يوم تحملو ال
حي الحلال به ابنة الاطواقِ
Did the collar chafe you, my son, the day they put it on,
That ring of pearls around your neck?
حيَّت غوادي السحب حيّا منهم
بأجش منهمر الحيا دفَّاقِ
I greeted the passing clouds - greetings to them -
With the pouring rain's rushing flow.
اخلصتهم محض الوداد وأن يكن
نقضوا غداة وداعهم ميثاقي
I gave them my true affection though
They broke their pact of friendship when they left.
قد عرّضوا يوم النوى بفراقهم
يا ليتهم لا عرّضوا بفراقي
When they decided to part they exposed me
If only they hadn't exposed me by leaving!
من لي بأهيف بارزٍ بشمائل
نجدية والطرز طرزعراق
Who will I find with a noble gaze,
Najdi in appearance and bearing Iraqi elegance,
ومخصر نطق الوشاح بخصره
واخرسَّ خلخالٌ له في الساق
Whose cheek is graced by his headscarf's knot
And a silent anklet adorns his leg?
فاذا نفى عنه النطاق حسبته
من ضمره متمنطقاً بنطاق
When his cloak denies him I imagine
Him self-cloaked within by his cloak.
يقوى عليَّ بقادرٍ من لحظه
يا من يحلُّ من القدير وثاقي
With his compelling glance he overcomes me -
O He who unties what the Almighty has tied!
باهت به القمر البهي رفاقُهُ
لا غرو لو باهيت فيه رفاقي
The bright moon pales next to his companions -
No wonder, if amidst them my companions paled.
اقطعته القلب العلوق توّصلا
وهو التطوع بوصلة الاعلاق
My clingy heart has severed him in yearning
Though he volunteered the bond of clinging.
هي دُميةُ المحراب في تمثالها
التمثيل به هي قبلة العشَّاق
She is the sanctuary's idol in her image -
Figuration through her is lovers' pilgrimage site.
يرنو على شوَسٍ اليَّ بمقلة
صنعت صنيع السيف في الاعناق
He aims his glances at a fawn whose eyelash
Did the sword's work in slaughtering necks.
تنبو الصوارمُ في الوغى لكنَّما
هيهات ينبو صارم الاحداق
Swords sing in battle, but never would
The sword of glances sing.
لِلّه احور من سقام جفونه
سقمي وريق شفاهه درياقي
God, his languid eyelids are more sickly
Than my sickness, and his lip's pallor my remedy.
ظمأي الى ذاك الغدير معسَّلا
يجري خلال اللؤلؤ البرّاق
I thirst for that sweet stream
Flowing amidst glistening pearls.
يا حبذا بالسفح سالف ليلة
قضَّيتها بترّشف وعناق
Oh, blessed was that eve I spent
Sipping and embracing on the hillside!
