Claude 2

  1. إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو لا إِلى الناسِ حُبُّها

    وَلا بُدَّ مِن شَكوى حَبيبٍ يُوَدِّعُ

    To God I complain, not to people, of her love,

    And a lover must complain of his beloved when he bids her adieu.

  2. إِذا قُلتُ هَذا حينَ أَسلو ذَكَرتُها

    فَظَلَّت لَها نَفسي تَتوقُ وَتَنزَعُ

    When I say this as I yearn for her, she comes to mind,

    And for her my soul continues longing and writhing in agony.

  3. أَلا تَتَّقينَ اللَهَ في حُبِّ عاشِقٍ

    لَهُ كَبِدٌ حَرّى عَلَيكِ تَصَدَّعُ

    Will you not fear God regarding the love of a lover

    Whose liver is burnt for you and split open?

  4. غَريبٌ مَسوقٌ بِاِدِّكارِكُم

    وَكُلُّ غَريبِ الدارِ بِالشَوقِ مولَعُ

    A stranger I am, lured by your memory,

    And every stranger far from home yearns and craves.

  5. وَجَدَت غَداةَ البَينِ إِذ بنت زَفرَةً

    وَكادَت لَها نَفسي عَلَيكَ تَصَدَّعُ

    When we parted I found the next morning my tears flow

    And for you my soul almost burst within.

  6. وَأَصبَحتُ مِمّا أَحدَثَ الدَهرُ خاشِعاً

    وَكُنتُ لِرَيبِ الدَهرِ لا أَتَضَعضَعُ

    So I became humbled by the blows of fate

    And from the blows of fate I do not waver.

  7. فَما في حَياةٍ بَعدَ مَوتِك رَغبَةٌ

    وَلا في وِصالٍ بَعدَ هَجرِكَ مَطمَعُ

    After your death I crave no life

    And after your estrangement I crave no union.

  8. وَما لِلهَوى وَالحُبِّ بَعدَك لذَّةٌ

    وَماتَ الهَوى وَالحُبُّ بَعدَك أَجمَعُ

    No pleasures are there for love after you,

    For after you love and loving are dead altogether.

  9. إِذا قُلتُ هَذا حينَ أَسلو وَأَجتَري

    عَلى هَجرِها ظَلَّت لَها النَفسُ تَشفَعُ

    When I say this as I blame myself and make excuses

    For her estrangement, my soul intercedes for her.

  10. وَإِن لُمتُ نَفسي كَيفَ أَنّي هَجَرتُها

    وَرُمتُ صُدوداً ظَلَّت العَينُ تَدمَعُ

    And if I blame my soul, how can I estrange her

    When she approaches with tears streaming from my eyes?

  11. فَيا قَلبُ خَبِّرني فَلَستَ بِفاعِلٍ

    إِذا لَم تَنَل وَاِستَأسَرَت كَيفَ تَصنَعُ

    So, my heart, tell me. You can do nothing else,

    If she will not be yours, what can you do?

  12. وَقَد قَرَعَ الواشونَ فيها لَكَ العَصا

    وَإِنَّ العَصا كانَت لِذي الحِلمِ تُقرَعُ

    Misfortune’s stick has struck you regarding her.

    But that stick is made to strike the wise.

  13. فَيا رَبُّ حَبِّبني إِلَيها وَأَعطِني ال

    مَوَدَّةَ مِنها أَنتَ تُعطي وَتَمنَعُ

    O Lord, make me love her and give me

    Affection from her. You give and You deprive.