هَيَّجت سُليمى مِنَ المُتيّم بِلبالْ
مِن حَيث تَبدّيتِ لِلمتيّم بِالبِالْ
Sulayma stirred turmoil in the love-stricken one,
Since you appeared in the love-stricken one's mind.
أَبعَدتِ مُحِبَّاً عَلى الغَرامِ شَجيّاً
وَالحبُّ مَعَ الوصلِ لِلمُتيّم قَتّال
You drove away a lover, grief-stricken with passion.
And love, with union, is deadly to the love-stricken.
بَسمَلتُ عَلى العِشقِ إِذ هَويتُكِ صبّاً
وَالعِشقُ لَدى الصبِّ في المَحبَّةِ ذو بال
I invoked God's name over love when I loved you, lovesick.
And passion, for the lovesick, is a matter of consequence in love.
يا بنتَ مَهاةِ الفلاةِ صِدْتِ كئيباً
في أدعج عينٍ لسحر صبِّك غزّال
O daughter of the desert oryx, you captured a sorrowful man.
In a deep-black eye is a gazelle, to bewitch your lovesick lover.
في وَجهِكِ بَدرٌ وَفي الجَبينِ هِلال
يا شَمسَ جَمالٍ لَها المَحاسِنُ سِربال
In your face is a full moon, and on your brow a crescent.
O sun of beauty, whose robe is loveliness.
في خَدِّك وردٌ وَفي السّوالِفِ آس
في الثَّغرِ أَقاح سَقاهُ أَعذَب جِريال
In your cheek are roses, and at your temples myrtle.
In the mouth are daisies, watered by the sweetest red wine.
وَالوَجنَةُ رَوضٌ لَها المَحاسِنُ ماء
في وَردِ حَياءٍ بَدا يَسيرُ وَقَد سال
And the cheek is a garden, whose water is beauty.
Amid the roses of modesty it appeared, coursing, already flowing.
وَاللَّحظُ حُسامٌ وَفي الجُفونِ سِهامْ
وَالقامَةُ رُمحٌ لَقَد تَمايَل عَسّال
And the glance is a sharp sword, and in the eyelids are arrows.
And the figure is a spear, swaying indeed, supple and quivering.
في ثَغرِكِ درٌّ وَفي الشّفاهِ عَقيق
وَالرّيق سُلافٌ حَلّت وَأَعذَب سلسال
In your mouth are pearls, and on the lips carnelian.
And the saliva is lawful choice wine, and the sweetest limpid water.
وَالجيْدُ عَمودٌ مِنَ النُّضارِ مُضيء
وَالقدُّ قَضيبٌ إِنِ اِستَقامَ وَإِن مال
And the neck is a radiant pillar of pure gold.
And the figure is a bough, whether upright or bending.
رِقّي لِمُعنّىً مِنَ الصّبابَةِ مُضنى
بِالبُعدِ وَلا تَسمَعي مَقالَةَ عُذّال
Have pity on one tormented by longing, wasting away
From separation, and do not heed the reproachers' words.
ما أَحسَن لَيلاً وَصلتِ صبَّكِ فيهِ
قَد كانَ قَصيراً وَلَيتَه بكِ قد طال
How lovely was the night when you joined your lovesick lover!
It was brief; would that it had lasted longer with you!
قَد ضاءَ بِوَصلٍ كَما أَضاءَ زَماني
في أَبرَعِ مَولَى مِنَ الأَفاضِلِ مِفضال
It shone through union, just as my days shone
In a most accomplished patron, bountiful among the eminent;
في السّيِّدِ ذي الجاهِ وَالكمالِ بِعِزٍّ
في الشَّهمِ أَخي المَجدِ في مَهابَةِ إِجلال
In the lord of rank and perfection, endowed with honor;
In the noble-hearted man, brother of glory, in reverent majesty;
في بَحرِ عُلومٍ يَموجُ وَهوَ وَسيعٌ
في غَيثِ سَخاءٍ عَلى البَشاشَةِ هَطّال
In a sea of learning, surging and vast;
In a rain of generosity, pouring down with cheerfulness;
في أهيَبِ ليثٍ وفي أجلِّ مهيبٍ
مَن مِنهُ تَوَلَّت مِنَ المَهابَةِ أَبطالْ
In the most awe-inspiring lion, and the most exalted, majestic man;
From whom champions turned away in awe.
في مُفرَدِ دَهرٍ وَفي يَتيمَةِ دَرّ
في جَوهَرِ فَخرٍ مِنَ النّفيس هوَ الغال
In the age's unique man, and in a peerless pearl;
In a jewel of glory, highly prized among precious things;
في كَعبَةِ فَهمٍ بِها تطوفُ فُهومٌ
في قبلَةِ قَصدٍ لَها تُوَجَّه آمال
In a Kaaba of understanding, which minds circumambulate;
In a qibla of aspiration, toward which hopes are directed;
في شَمسِ جَمالٍ وَفي حفيدِ كَمالٍ
في بَدرِ مَعالٍ لَقَد أَضاءَ وَما زال
In a sun of beauty, and in Kamal's grandson;
In a full moon of lofty honors, which shone and shines still;
في الأَحسَنِ خلقاً وَفي الكَريمِ طِباعا
في الأَشرَفِ جَدّاً وفي المُكرَّمِ أَخوال
In the finest in character, and the noble in disposition;
In the noblest by his grandsire, and the honored through his maternal uncles.
يا نَدبُ خَدينُ الوَفاءِ وَصِدق
يا كَرْم أَخا البذل وَالعَطاء بِأَفضال
O gallant man, companion of loyalty and truth!
O generous man, brother of openhandedness and bountiful giving!
يا شَهمُ أَبا الفوز يا سَليلُ كِرامٍ
يا شِبلَ مَعالٍ لَهُ الفَراقِدُ أَغيال
O noble-hearted man, Abu al-Fawz, O scion of noble men!
O lion cub of lofty glories, whose thickets are the Farqad stars!
يا جَوهَرَ وَقتٍ وَلا شَبيهَ ونَدّا
قَد أَفرَد فيهِ عَنِ النّظيرِ وَأَمثال
O jewel of the age, with no likeness or equal,
Indeed, he stands alone within it, apart from peers and equals.
إِنّي مهدٍ لَكَ مِنَ المَديحِ قَصيدا
بِالأَعذَبِ نَظماً مِنَ القَريضِ وَبِالحال
Indeed, I offer you a poem of praise,
In the sweetest composition of verse, at this moment.
فَاُنظُرهُ بِعَينٍ مِنَ الرِّضا وقَبولٍ
وَاِمْتَنَّ عَلَيهِ بِخلعَةِ إِقبال
So look upon it with an eye of favor and acceptance,
And favor it with a robe of gracious attention.
وَاِسلَمْ بِأَمانٍ مِنَ الكَريمِ وَحِفظٍ
ما ناحَ حَمامُ الرُّبى فَهيّجَ بلبال
And remain safe in the Generous One's protection and care,
As long as the hill-doves lament, stirring turmoil;
ما الفَتحُ عُبَيدُ اللَّطيفِ حاكَ مَديحاً
في أَحسَنِ نَظمٍ حَلا وَأَحسنِ مِنوال
As long as al-Fath, the humble servant of the Gentle One, weaves praise
In the finest, sweetest verse and the fairest pattern.
Sol 6.1