صِليني سَوادَ العَينِ يا مُهجَةَ الصبِّ
فَأَنتِ حَياةُ الرّوحِ رَيحانةُ القَلبِ
The darkness of my eyes longs for you, O tormentress of passion!
For you are the life of the soul, the basil plant of the heart.
سَلَبتِ حشاءَ الصبِّ مِنهُ صَبابَةً
فَيا لَهفَ قَلبِ الصبِّ مِن ذلكَ السّلبِ
You have stolen the fervor of passion from it, robbing it of ardor,
Oh, the yearning of the passionate heart for that theft!
سَبيت الحجى مِنّي وَلا جَور أَنّهُ
خُلِقتُ لِأَنْ أُسبَى وَكنتِ لأنْ تسبِي
You have captured my reason, and it is no injustice, for
I was created to be captured, and you were meant to capture.
عَشِقتُك مَملوءَ الفُؤادِ مِنَ الهَوى
بِما ضاقَ عَنهُ الكونُ شَرقاً إِلى غَربِ
I loved you with a heart brimming with passion,
With what the universe from east to west cannot contain.
أَهيمُ بِك الولهان وَجداً وَصَبوةً
وَسيّان عِندي حالَتا البعدِ وَالقُربِ
I rave for you with fervor, ardor and madness,
And in my eyes, the states of distance and closeness are equal.
وَأطعمُ فيك الوَجدَ أَطيبَ مَطعَمٍ
وَأَشرب خَمرَ الوَجدِ مِن أَعذَبِ الشّربِ
I feed my fervor on the most delicious food,
And drink the wine of passion, the sweetest drink.
حرقت بِنارِ الخدِّ وَالخدُّ جَنّةٌ
ضُلوعي وَأَحشائي وَما حَلَّ في جَنبي
I burned with the fire of your cheek, though your cheek is paradise,
It seared my ribs, my entrails, and all that settled in my side.
وَقَد شمت تِلكَ النّارَ تنبتُ وَردةً
سَقاها كَمالَ الحُسنِ مِن مائِهِ العَذبِ
Yet I sensed that fire sprouting a rose,
Watered by the perfection of beauty from its sweet water.
وَحَقّ لِتِلكَ النّارِ في حَرقِ مُهجَتي
وَإِنباتُها وَرداً تَتيهُ مِنَ العجبِ
Rightfully that fire burned my inner self,
And sprouted a rose that wanders in wonder.
سَدَلْتِ عَلى الخدّينِ أَسنى سَوالِفٍ
فَكنَّ لأَسرِ الصبِّ سلسلةَ الصبِّ
You lowered over your cheeks finest cascading tresses,
So they became chains that shackled the passionate.
وَصلتِ بِعَضبِ اللّحظِ حينَ سللتِهِ
فَذابَت قُلوب الأُسدِ مِن ذلكِ العضبِ
With a glance of your eye when you shot it,
You melted the hearts of lions with that glance.
وَفيهِ أَذبتِ القُضْبَ في جَوفِ غمدها
وَلَيسَت قُلوبُ الأسدِ أَقسى مِنَ القضبِ
With it you melted spears in the scabbard's core,
Yet lions' hearts are not harder than spears.
وَفاضَ اِحورار اللّحظِ سحراً بَعَثْتِهِ
رَسولاً لِعَقلِ النّاسِ بِالخطفِ وَالجذبِ
The smoldering of your glance cast a spell you awakened,
Sending it as a messenger to people's minds, captivating and pulling.
فَأَظهَرَ مِن آياتِهِ آيةً لَنا
وَهاتيكَ خطف العَقلِ مِن داخِلِ القَلبِ
It thus revealed among its signs a sign for us,
That is, your captivation of the mind from within the heart.
فَآمنتُ في ذا السّحرِ مِنك مُصدّقاً
وَحدتُ عَنِ التّكذيبِ وَالرّمي بِالكذبِ
So I believed your spell, sincerely acknowledging it,
And I refrained from calling it a lie or slander.
وَراشَت سِهام الحبّ أَجفانَكَ الّتي
رَمَتني بِسَهمِ العشقِ مِن وطف الهدبِ
The arrows of love glanced at your eyelids, which
Had shot me with love's arrow from the bent bow.
فَتيهي دَلالاً رَبّةَ الحُسنِ وَالبها
فَحُسنك يَمحو دَولةَ البدرِ وَالشهبِ
So they wandered deliriously, the lady of beauty and splendor,
For your beauty outshines the full moon and shooting stars.
وَوَجهكَ شَمس الحسنِ في قبّة البها
بِخَطّ اِستواءِ الحُسنِ لا الشّرقِ وَالغربِ
Your face is the sun of beauty beneath the dome of splendor,
With the line of perfect beauty, not east and west.
وَما عُدَّ بَدرُ الأفقِ في الحُسنِ مثله
وَأَنَّى يُعَدُّ البدرُ في ذَلكَ الضربِ
The full moon on the horizon was never considered in beauty as it,
How can the full moon be compared in that category?
بِروحي الشّفاه اللعس مِن ثَغرِكِ الَّذي
قَدِ اِفتَرَّ عَن دُرٍّ وَعَن لُؤلُؤ رَطبِ
By my soul, your juicy lips from your mouth that
Surpasses pearls, pure rubies, and fine sapphire's beauty.
وَعَن حُسنِ ياقوتٍ بِدُرٍّ مُرَصَّعٍ
تَبَدّى لَهُ شَهدُ اللّمى أَفضَلَ الشربِ
It revealed the honey's nectar to be the best drink,
Your straight, supple throat that the hands of youth have played with.
وَتِلكَ الشّفاهُ اللّعس صِرنَ بِلا اِمتِرا
هِلالَيْ عَقيقٍ قَد أَضاءَ بلا حجبِ
So blame me not for my love, my fervor and my wonder,
Or for what my passion invites me to, my strange ways.
أَقاما عَلى فيك العذيب وَأَغرما
بِرَشفِ السّلافِ الصّرفِ مِن ريقك العذبِ
Accepting my advice to forget my ardor is impossible,
Can the advice of the passionate be accepted by the rational?
وَبي قَدّك المَيّاد كالغصنِ مائِساً
بِهِ لَعِبَت أَيدي الصبا أَحسنَ اللّعبِ
Blamer, do you not know that in passion I have reached
A destiny unattainable by striving or earning?
فَيا عاذِلي في الحبِّ دَعني وَصَبوتي
وَنَحوَ الّذي يَدعو لِنَحو الهَوى عُجْ بي
For in it the lovers have attained high status,
The elders have risen, O you immersed in love!
فَنُصحِيَ عَن وَجدي مُحالٌ قَبولهُ
وَهَل حَلَّ نُصح الصبّ عِند ذَوي اللبِّ
My master Ali - may God honor his face -
I bear him witness in my heart in recognition.
عَذولي أَلَم تَعلَم بِأَنّيَ في الهَوى
تَسامَيتُ قَدراً لَيسَ يُدرَكُ بِالكسبِ
Abu al-Hasan, pillar of knowledge and piety,
Beauty of perfect virtue in his inspired knowledge.
أَما فيهِ قَد نالَ المُحِبّونَ رِفعَةً
أَما عَلَتِ الأَشياخ يا غمرُ بِالحبِّ
He who the flags of elevation were hoisted for,
Atop the banner of the highest in excellence.
فَشَيخي عَليٌّ كَرَّم اللَّه وجههُ
وَأَشهَده العِرفانَ في حَضرَةِ القلبِ
He pioneered in guidance a star for the wayfarer,
Clarifying in his guidance the knowledge of the Lord.
أَبو حَسن خدنِ المَعارِفِ وَالتّقى
جَمال كمالِ الفَضلِ في عِلمه الوَهبي
Father of glory and the highest, glory of the eminent
And their famous honor among non-Arabs and Arabs.
وَمَن نُصِبت لِلفَتحِ أَعلامُ رَفعِهِ
عَلى عَلمِ العَلياءِ مِن أَحسَنِ النّصبِ
Peerless and unique in his time, singular in his age,
Compared to him, how many bygone ages lie vacant?
تَصَدَّرَ للإِرشادِ نَجماً لسالكٍ
فَأَوضَحَ بِالإِرشاد مَعرِفَة الربِّ
Brave lion unafraid of any critic's blame,
Brandishing the sword of truth, fearing no blows.
أَبو المَجدِ وَالعلياءِ مَجد بَني العُلى
وَعِزّهم المَشهورَ في العجمِ وَالعربِ
Noble traits, seal of generosity and munificence,
With a welcoming face and spacious chest.
عَديم نَظيرٍ واحد الدّهرِ فَرده
فَعن مِثلهِ كَم قَد خَلا سالف الحقبِ
The one through whom the country gained its bride,
Protector, displaying through him the height of wonders.
هِزَبر الثّرى لَم يَخش لَومَة لائِمٍ
يَصولُ بِسَيفِ الحقِّ لَم يَخش في الضرِّب
A noble kinsman, generous of soul, his origin is pure,
An honored lineage, lofty in earth and sky.
شَريف المَزايا حاتم الجودِ وَالنّدى
بِبِشرِ مُحيّاه وَمَع صَدرِهِ الرّحبِ
He is the son of Yasin, Fathallah Muhammad,
Upon him the prayers of God, family, and companions.
وَمَن فيهِ أَضحَت لِلبِلادِ عَروسَها
حماةُ الّتي أَبدت بِهِ غايَةَ العجبِ
Thus his grandfather the sultan in every place,
And pole of the gnostics - needless to mention the pole.
نَسيبٌ كَريمُ النّفسِ طابَ نِجارُهُ
حَسيبٌ فَخيمُ الأَصلِ في الأَرض والسحبِ
This Shihāb al-Dīn without ignorance,
Transcended the world and its shooting stars.
هُوَ اِبنٌ لياسينٍ فطه مُحمَّد
عَليهِ صَلاةُ اللَّه وَالآلِ وَالصّحبِ
O my Master whom I am his servant,
And whose praise is found in the best books.
كَذا جَدُّهُ السّلطانُ في كُلِّ مَوطن
وَقُطبِ ذَوي العرفانِ ناهيكَ مِن قُطبِ
To you, O brother of the highest, a virgin comes needily,
Upon her the veil of beauty from the finest habits.
وَذا أَشهَبُ البازاتِ مِن غَير مَجهل
تَسامى عَلى الدّنيا وَبازاتها الشهبِ
Seeking your praise she has straightened up and softened,
And in her suppleness she has borne the branch of ripe dates.
فَيا أَيّها المَولى الّذي أَنا عَبدُهُ
وَمَنْ مَدحُهُ قَد جاءَ في أَفضَلِ الكتبِ
So grant her acceptance, O you called to help, perhaps
She may wander proudly among her Arabic peers.
إِلَيكَ أَخا العَلياءِ بِكراً يَتيمَة
عَلَيها نِقابُ الحُسنِ مِن أَحسَنِ النُّقبِ
Stay in God's security as long as meteors shine
And stars travel from east to west.
بِمَدحِك قَد ماسَت قواماً وَتعطفا
وَفي مَيسِها أَزرَت بِغُصنِ الرّبى الرطبِ
Thus has spoken the son of Fathallah, fervently saying:
The darkness of my eyes longs for you, O tormentress of passion!
فَهَبها قَبولاً أَيّها النَّدب علَّها
تَتيهُ فَخاراً بَينَ أَترابِها العربِ
وَدُم في أَمانِ اللَّهِ ما لاحَ بارقٌ
وَنَجمٌ سَرى مِن نَحوِ شَرقٍ إِلى غَربِ
كَذا ما اِبنُ فَتحِ اللَّه قَد قالَ واجِداً
صليني سَواد العَينِ يا مُهجَةَ الصبِّ
