كُفَّ الجَفاءَ فَقَلبُ صَبِّك مُكتوي
وَضُلوعُه لِسَعيرِ هَجركَ تَحتوي
Cease your coldness, for your ardent lover's heart is seared.
And his ribs enclose the blazing fire of your desertion.
يُقْلى عَلى نارِ الغَرامِ وَطالَما
يَبدو عَلى حَجرِ الصبابَةِ ينشَوي
He is fried over passion's fire, and often
Appears roasting upon the stone of longing.
هل نهلةٌ من فيكَ تطفئُ حرَّه
فلعلّه يُروَى وأنّى يَرتوي
Is there a draught from your mouth to extinguish his heat?
So perhaps he may be given drink—but how could he drink his fill?
نَشرُ الغَرام صَبابةً ملءُ الدُّنى
وَفُؤادِيَ المُضنى عَلَيها يَنطوي
The fragrance of passion fills the worlds with longing,
And my weary heart enfolds it.
ما للعذولِ يريدُ رَدعَ مُتيّمٍ
عَمَّن تَعشَّق وهوَ لَيسَ بِمرعوي
Why does the reproacher seek to restrain an enthralled lover
From the one he loves, though he will not be dissuaded?
كَذَبَ العَذولُ بِنَفيِهِ عنّي الهَوى
وَأَنا الغَرامُ حَديثُه عنّي رُوِي
The reproacher lied in denying my love,
Yet I am the one of whom passion's tale is told.
تعِبَ العَذولُ وَلَيسَ يدركُ مأملاً
إلا زيادةَ عِشقِ حبك من هَوي
The reproacher has wearied himself, achieving no aim
Save deepening your enamored lover's passion.
يا طاعِني بسِنان قدٍّ عادلٍ
وَإِذا تَثنّى فَهوَ غُصنٌ يَلتَوي
O you who pierce me with the spearpoint of a well-proportioned figure,
And when it sways, it becomes a twisting bough.
هَل زَوْرَةٌ تُحيي قَتيلَكَ بِالهَوى
فَهيَ الشِّفاءُ لِمَن بحبِّكَ قد دوي
Will a visit revive the one you have slain with love?
For it is the cure for one who has fallen ill through love for you.
يا مَن ضَعيفُ لِحاظِه بِسهامِها
قَهراً على الأُسْدِ الضّواري قد قَوي
O you whose languid glances, with their arrows,
Have proved mighty in overpowering ravening lions.
يا مَن فَرَضت جَفاكَ ناوي فِعله
فَالصّبرُ فَرضُ العاشِقينَ وَقد نَوي
O you who ordained your coldness, intent on practicing it,
So patience is the lovers' duty, and it has been resolved upon.
عَذِّبْ وَبَعِّدْ وَاِجفُ وَاِهجُرْ وَاِقتلَنْ
بَل وَاِسْبُ وَاِفعَل كُلَّ أَمرٍ تَهتوي
Torment me, banish me, be cruel, forsake me, and kill me;
Nay, take me captive too, and do whatever deed you desire.
فَأَنا الصبورُ وَلا أَزالُ أَخا الهَوى
وَبِهِ الهِدايَةُ لِلكَئيبِ المفتوي
For I am steadfast, and ever remain a brother to love.
And through it comes guidance for the sorrowful mufti.
ما فاقَ عِندي ذا الجَفا إِلّا اِنقِطا
عُ رسائلٍ ممّن حَوي الخُلقَ السَّوي
Nothing surpassed this coldness for me except the cessation
Of letters from one possessed of upright character:
الجَهبذِ البَطلِ الهُمامِ أَخي التُّقى
سُبكيّ ذا العَصرِ الفَقيه الأسنوي
The discerning master, the valiant hero, the brother of piety,
The Subki of this age, the jurist al-Asnawi,
قُطبُ العلومِ وَبَدرُها شَمسُ المَعا
رِفِ مِن على عَرشِ المَعالي مستوي
The pole of the sciences and their full moon, the sun of knowledge,
Who sits enthroned upon the throne of high honors,
شَيخُ الطّريقَةِ قطبُها كَنزُ الحَقي
قةِ سِرُّها حاوي المقام الموسَوي
The sheikh of the Way, its pole, the treasure of Reality,
Its secret, possessor of the station of Moses.
بَرٌّ عَلى بَحرِ المَكارِمِ مُنطوٍ
حُرٌّ عَلى كَرَمِ الطّبايِعِ مُحتوي
A virtuous man enfolding a sea of noble deeds,
A noble man embracing generosity of temperament.
فَهوَ المهذّب عابِد الرَّحمنِ مَنْ
أَضحى عَلى كُلِّ الفَضائِلِ مُستوي
For he is the refined one, a worshipper of the All-Merciful, who
Has come to stand enthroned over every virtue.
لا زالَ تَخدِمُهُ السعودُ مَعَ العُلى
ما ظلّ عُودٌ لَيسَ يَعروهُ ذوي
May good fortunes and high honor ever serve him,
As long as a bough remains untouched by withering,
أَو ما اِبن فَتحِ اللَّهِ قَالَ لحِبِّه
كُفّ الجفاءَ فقلبُ صَبِّكَ مكتوي
Or as long as Ibn Fath Allah says to his beloved:
Cease your coldness, for your ardent lover's heart is seared.
Sol 6.1