نَعم ثارَ بِالمُضنى المَشوق غَرامُهُ

وَجَدَّ بِهِ في الشَّوقِ وَجداً هيامُهُ

Yes, his passionate love arose with longing

And found in longing ecstatic madness for it

وَشَبَّت بِهِ نارُ الصّبابَةِ وَالهَوى

وَجَمرُ الجَوى في القَلبِ زادَ ضرامُهُ

And the fire of youth and passion blazed in him

And the embers of ardour in his heart increased his affliction

فَما تَركت قَلباً وَلا أَضلُعاً لَهُ

وَلا مُهجَةً أَبقَت وَهَذا مَرامُهُ

It left no heart or ribs for him

Nor any infatuation that lasted, for that was his desire

أَسالَ لِدَمعِ العَينِ بِالسّفحِ سافِكاً

وَدامَ عَلى الخَدّينِ مِنهُ اِنسِجامُهُ

It unleashed the tears from his eyes pouring down his cheek

And remained constant on his cheeks was its harmony

فَلا غَيثَ يَحكيهِ وَلا غَيث غَيرهُ

وَإِن سِواهُ لا يحالُ اِنعدامُهُ

So neither a shower resembles it nor other than it

And if not for it, its absence is unimaginable

فَلَو غيثَ أَقوامٌ بِغَيثٍ لَأَيقَنوا

بِأَنّ عُيونَ الصبِّ تَبكي غَمامُهُ

If people were to be rained upon with a shower, they would know

That the eyes of a lover weep its clouds

تَسلسَلَ في خَدّيهِ لَيسَ بِمُنتَهٍ

يَدورُ وَيَجري لا يخفُّ اِزدِحامهُ

It flows unendingly on his cheeks

Circling continuously, not hiding its density

وَلَو أَنّ عَينَ الصبِّ سَحَّت بِمِثلِهِ

وأَضعافه حَتّى يحالَ اِنفِصامُهُ

And if the eyes of a lover were to unleash the like of it

And multiples of it until its continuity was impossible

لَشَحَّتْ بِما سَحَّت وَصَبَّت عيونُهُ

وَبِالجودِ دَمعاً لَم تَصِفها كرامُهُ

It would have unleashed what it unleashed and his eyes poured out

With generosity of tears that its nobility did not describe

وَقَد فَنِيت مِنهُ الجُفونُ مِنَ البكا

فَأَنّى كراه في الهَوى وَمَنامُهُ

And his eyelids were exhausted from crying

So where is pleasure for him in love and sleep?

وَإِنّ الكرى فيما نَرى عَرَضٌ لَهُ

مَحلٌّ جُفونُ الصبِّ فيها قِيامُهُ

And alas sights for him were only a chance for it

The place where the lover’s eyelids resided

وَقَد زالَ ذيّاكِ المحلّ فَلا يرى

فَأَينَ الكرى يَبقى وَزالَ مَقامُهُ

And that abode of sights is now unseen

So where can sights remain when their place is gone?

وَقَد حَلَّ فيها السّهد وَالسّهد ضِدّهُ

وَلَيسَ الكرى لِلسّهدِ جازَ اِنضِمامُهُ

In it now resides sleepiness, and sleepiness is its opposite

And sights cannot harmoniously join with sleepiness

عَلى أَنّها في الحبِّ طَلَّقها الكرى

وَقالَ اِشهَدوا مِنها عَلَيه حرامُهُ

Sights even divorced it in love

And deemed being deprived of it as unlawful

وَلَيسَ الكَرى شَأنُ المُحبّينَ في الهَوى

وَخِدن الهَوى في اللّيلِ مَن لا يَنامُهُ

And sights are not the way of lovers in passion

And the cheek of passion for one who does not sleep at night

وَإِنَّ الكَرى في العِشقِ ديناً مُحرّمٌ

وَفَرضٌ لُزومُ السُّهدِ ثمَّ اِلتِزامُهُ

And indeed sights in love are a prohibited religion

And wakefulness being obligatory then adhering to it

فَيا سهد في العشّاقِ يَرعى عُيونَهم

وَيَحسن فيها سَومهُ وَسوامهُ

So oh wakefulness that attends to their eyes

And treats it well, its fasting and vigilance

تَحكم بِما تَرعى عَلى النّومِ وَالكرى

فَما النّومُ ماضٍ حُكمُهُ وَاِحتِكامُهُ

You judge what you watch over – sleep and sights

For the rule of sleep is not lasting and its arbitration

وَأَنتَ رَفيقُ الصبِّ في حينِ وَصلهِ

وَحين الجَفا فَالحق فيكَ اِهتمامُهُ

And you are the lover's companion at the time of union

And at the time of separation, truthfully it is preoccupied with you

بِكَ الصبّ يُمسي لِلنُّجومِ مُسامِراً

فَيملي أَحاديثَ الغَرامِ كَلامُهُ

With you the lover spends the night conversing with the stars

So he dictates the conversations of love in his speech

يُسَلسِلُها بِالدَّمعِ عَن معضلِ الهَوى

وَعَن قَلبِهِ المَجروحِ صَحَّ غَرامُهُ

He links them with tears about the anguished love

And about his wounded heart sane was its passion

وَيَذكر كلّ اللّيلِ أَحوالَ عِشقِهِ

إِلى حينِ أَنّ الصّبح يَبدو اِبتسامُهُ

And he recalls throughout the night the states of his love

Until dawn brings out its smile

وَيَرصُدها في كُلِّ لَيلٍ طَوالِعاً

لِأَنَّ الدُّجى فيها يخفّ ظَلامُهُ

And he observes the horizons in every long night

Because obscurity in it hides its darkness

فَيبدو سُهيلٌ خافِقاً مِثلَ قَلبِهِ

إِذا اِهتاجَ فيهِ وَجدهُ وَهيامُهُ

So Suhayl appears fluttering like his heart

When it is stirred within him, overtaken by infatuation and ecstasy

وَيَبدو السّهى حيناً وَيخفى كَعاشِقٍ

تُصيّرُه مِثل الخِلالِ سقامُهُ

And Suhayl sometimes appears and sometimes hides like a lover

Whose sickness makes him like the new moon

يَحِنُّ إِلى رَكبِ الحِجازِ مِنَ النّوى

بِمرّ الصّبا إِذ في العِراقِ خِيامُهُ

He yearns to the caravan of Hijaz from Najd

With the passing of cool breeze for his tents are in Iraq

يَحِنُّ إِلى ذِكرِ الحِمى وَذَوي الحِمى

بِشَوقٍ لَهُ فيهِ يُساقُ حِمامهُ

He yearns to the memory of the Protected City and its people

With a longing that guides his worries

وَتَشدو عَلى البِلبالِ مِنهُ بَلابِلٌ

كَما قَد شَدا في الرَّوضِ نَوحاً حَمامُهُ

And the bulbuls sing to him from it with warbling throats

As turtledoves had sung loudly in the meadow, their cooing

يَهيمُ عَديمَ القَلبِ وَاللّبِّ وَالحِجى

وَقَد طحنَت في العِشقِ منهُ عِظامُهُ

He wanders without heart or mind or consciousness

And from love his bones were crushed

وَذابَ وَمِنهُ اِحدَوْدَبَ الظّهرُ وَاِنحَنى

وَقَد كادَ مَع رِجلَيهِ يخطر هامُهُ

He melted away and his back hunched

And he almost stumbled with his legs and his resolve

تَوَلَّعَ مَجنوناً وَقَد جُنَّ مولعاً

وَهامَ رَضيعاً قَبل آن اِنفِطامُهُ

He blazed crazily and was deeply obsessed

And was passionate as an infant before being weaned

فَما حالُهُ التّمييزُ بِالعِشقِ وَالهَوى

إِماماً بِهِ التّمييزُ صحَّ اِنعِدامُهُ

So he has no sense to distinguish in love and passion

For sense upright under it ceased to exist

تَمُرُّ بِهِ الأَيّامُ يَجهَلُ عَدَّها

وَقَد ضاعَ مِنهُ العمرُ يَدنو خِتامُهُ

Days pass him by unaware of counting them

And his life was lost, nearing its end

كَأنَّ لَديهِ العمرُ يَومٌ بِهِ مَضى

وَإِلّا فَشهرٌ مَرَّ أَو مَرَّ عامُهُ

As if he only had a day of life that went by

Otherwise a month passed or a year

يَموتُ غَراماً لَيس يَرضى حَياتَهُ

وَمِنهُ عَليها الدّهرَ يُهدَى سَلامُهُ

He dies of love not consenting to live

And for ages sends greetings to it

عَذولي حَماكَ اللَّهُ رَبّي مِنَ الهَوى

وَلا لَعِبَت بِالسُّكرِ فيكَ مدامُهُ

My friend, may God protect you from passion

And intoxication did not jest in you with its cups

بِما فيهِ ذِكرُ الحبِّ لُمنِيَ جاهِداً

فَيَحلو بِهذا مِن عَذولي مَلامُهُ

With the mention of love to reproach me intensely

So the blame from you on me is sweet

فَإِنَّ مُريد الشّهدِ يَحتَمِلُ الأَذى

مِنَ النّحلِ إِذ يَجنيهِ وَهوَ مَرامُهُ

For the seeker of nectar tolerates harm

From bees as he reaps harvest, for that is his desire

وَلَستُ بِسالٍ مَنْ عَلَيهِ تَلومُني

فَدَع ما بِهِ السّلوان فَهوَ حَرامُهُ

And I cannot quit what you blame me for

So leave what would make me sin, for that is prohibited

وَكَيفَ سلُوِّي وَالهَوى لِيَ مَذهَب

وَدينُ الهَوى قَد صَحَّ أَنّي إِمامُهُ

And how can I abstain while passion is my creed?

And the religion of passion, I uprightly lead

تَوَلّدت منهُ راضِعاً مِنهُ ثَديَهُ

وَمَن يَرتِضع مِنهُ اِستَحالَ فِطامُهُ

I was suckled by it as an infant, its milk I drank

And one who suckles from it, impossible became weaning him

وَجِسمي الهوى ثمّ الأَضالعُ صَبوتي

وَكَبدي الجَوى وَالقَلبُ مِنّي غَرامُهُ

My body is passion then ribs built me

My liver is ardour and from me is its fervor my heart

وَعَقلي هيامي ثمَّ نَفسي صَبابَتي

وَروحِيَ وَجدي وَالحياةُ اِلتِزامُهُ

My mind is my rapture then my self is my youth

My spirit, ecstasy and life, its harmony

عَلقت مَليك الحُسنِ في مَوكِبِ البها

بِتاجِ جَمالٍ لَم يمثّل نِظامُهُ

I hung the possessor of beauty in procession of splendor

With a crown of beauty that did not resemble an organization

بِحلَّةِ حُسنٍ في سَريرِ مَحاسِنٍ

بِعَرشِ دَلالٍ بِالكَمالِ قِيامُهُ

In a dress of beauty upon the throne of charms

Upon a seat of grace with perfection its structure

فَما الشّمسُ إِلّا قِنّة عندهُ لَهُ

وَما البَدرُ إِلّا بِالجَمالِ غلامُهُ

For the sun is but a servant in its presence

And the moon is to it but a boy in beauty

وَجَبهَتُهُ وَالوَجنَتانِ وَعِندَها

جَبيناهُ حَيثُ الحسنُ ثَمَّ مُقامُهُ

Its forehead and cheeks, and between them

Its brow where beauty then resides its position

ثَلاثُ شُموسٍ ثمَّ صُبحانِ أَشرَقَت

مُنَظّمة كَالدّرِّ يَحلو اِنتِظامُهُ

Three suns then the dawn shone organized like pearls

Sweet is its arrangement

طَلَعنَ بِآفاقِ المَحاسِنِ كلِّها

فَزالَ بِها مِن كلِّ أُفقٍ ظَلامُهُ

They rose in the horizons of all beauty

So darkness was removed from every horizon by it

وَمُقلَتُهُ الحَوراءُ مَخمورة الكَرى

تَكَسَّر مِنها الجفن فيها مُدامُهُ

And its amorous glance is intoxicated with sights

By which the eyelids break, therein is its wine

فَعينٌ مَعين الحسرِ تَنبع خاطفاً

عُقول الوَرى إِذ كانَ فيها اِرتِسامُهُ

An eye that aids the misery to gush forth hastily

Snatching the minds of people when embedded in it was its drawing

وَإِنسانُها رامٍ عَديمٌ مِثالُهُ

تَحرُّكُه فيها لَعَمري سِهامُهُ

Its glance arrows continuously without an end

And its continuity did not cease nor ending what was upright its duration

يُواصِلُها رَمياً وَلَيسَ لَها اِنتِها

وَلا يَنتَهي ما كانَ صَحَّ دَوامُهُ

As if the arrows of its glancing were by its command

And in its words “Be” and by it is its authority

كَأَنَّ سِهامَ الرّميِ مِنه بِأَمرِهِ

وَفي قَولِهِ كوني وَفيها اِحتِكامُهُ

But from it the glance unleashed bare swords

And by that the human was pulled its swords

وَلَكِنَّ منهُ اللّحظ مَسلول صارِم

وَبي ذَلكَ الإِنسانُ سُلَّ حُسامُهُ

Its glance then the two eyelashes above them

And from there for the lover, his destruction existed

وَلَحظاهُ ثمَّ الحاجِبانِ عَلَيهما

وَمِن هَهُنا لِلصبِّ كانَ اِنعِدامُهُ

Four unsheathed swords fell thick

So what meaning was absent from it, its sanctuary?

سُيوفٌ مَواضٍ أَربعٌ وَقعها الحَشا

فَأيّ معنّىً غاب عنه حِمامُهُ

And between the blush of its cheeks, chaste to it

By it, its musky moles were protected clinging

وَبي نارُ خَدّيهِ العذارُ عَلَيهِما

بِهِ خالهُ المِسكيّ كانَ اِعتِصامُهُ

Like a dish made of ruby inscribed with splendor

In the surroundings of its frame from musk, not effaced its markings

كَصَحنٍ مِنَ الياقوتِ خُطَّت مِنَ البها

بِوَسطِ حَواشيهِ مِنَ المسكِ لامُهُ

So when the narcissus of the glance revealed its sword

The musk markings of its cheeks appeared

وَحينَ تَبدّى نَرجِسُ اللّحظِ سَيفه

تَبَدّى بِخَدّيهِ مِنَ المِسك لامُهُ

And between its dewy lips, guarding beauty

Upon it from ruby was its seal

وَبي ثَغرهُ الدّرّي لِلحُسنِ حافِظاً

علَيهِ مِنَ الياقوتِ كانَ خِتامُهُ

From it, its sweet saliva flows smoothly

By which the sickness is healed from the heart of the lover

بِهِ ريقُهُ المَعسول يَجري سلافَة

بِها مِن فُؤادِ الصّبِّ تشفى سَقامُهُ

The bending of its downy hair like the curve of a shining sword

And what is spear but its length and constitution?

بِنَفسي تثنّيه كَخوطَةِ بانَةٍ

وَما الرّمح إِلّا قَدُّهُ وَقوامُهُ

My beloved possessor of beauty, hearing and obeying

Your command in great agony is regarded

حَبيبي مَليك الحُسنِ سَمعاً وَطاعَةً

لأَمرك في المضنى العَظيمِ اِحتِرامُهُ

I consented to your judgement, patient for separation

Perhaps by pleasing the lover, his anger may be erased

رَضيت بِما تَقضي صَبرتُ عَلى النّوى

عَسى بِرضاءِ الصبِّ يُمحَى اِجتِرامُهُ

So order me for forgiveness to kill me by my crime

For fulfilling your displeasure is the purpose

فَمُرني لِأَجلِ العَفوِ عَنّي بِقتلتي

فَمُضناك هَذا الأمر مِنكَ مرامُهُ

And whoever disobeys it would be contrary

And from it the lead rope of passion is lost

فَمَن لَم يُطِعه كانَ فيهِ مُخالِفاً

وَقَد ضاعَ منهُ في الغَرامِ ذمامُهُ

The beautiful people in the religion of love, killing their lovers

Is permitted for them, its lawfulness and prohibition

أُولو الحسنِ في دينِ الهَوى قَتلُ صَبِّهم

لَهُم جازَ فيهِ حِلّه وَحَرامُهُ

So here I aid publicly with beauty and splendor

My heart until the end of time has cast off its reins to you

فَهاكَ نُصِرت الجهرَ بِالحُسنِ وَالبها

فُؤادي إِلَيك الدّهر مُلقىً زمامُهُ

With it decree as you wish, I am praising

And no blame upon you, condemn it

بِهِ اِقضِ بِما شِئت إنّيَ حامدٌ

وَما فيهِ مِن لَومٍ عَلَيك تُلامُهُ

And return to kill me for your return is best

And be the best one whose care for my murder appears

وَعاوِد إِلى قَتلي فَعودُكَ أَحمَدُ

وَكُن خَيرَ مَن يَبدو بِقَتلي اِهتِمامُهُ

And I upon my praise persist in my stand

And praise the one sublime became his position

وَإِنّي عَلى حَمدي أديم إِقامَتي

وَأَحمَدُ مَنْ بِالمَجدِ يَسمو مَقامُهُ

Brother of knowledge, Lord of virtue, sun of sciences

And full moon of perfection, therein was its completeness

أَخو العِلمِ رَبُّ الفَضلِ شَمسُ مَعارِفٍ

وَبَدرُ كَمالٍ كانَ فيهِ تَمامُهُ

Cheeks of brilliance, to problems with his skill

His exceptional understanding and comprehension sublimated

خَدينُ الذّكا لِلمُشكِلاتِ بِحذقهِ

تَسامى فَريداً فَهمُهُ وَاِفتِهامُهُ

He is the virtuous author, he said with his merit

The superior of this age even including its pillars

هوَ الفاضِلُ النّحريرُ قالَ بِفَضلِهِ

أَفاضِلُ هَذا العَصر حتّى عِظامُهُ

An imam solely of the times, and it is his concerns

And no sole one of the age but it is its concerns

إِمامٌ وَحيدُ الدّهرِ وَهو هُمامهُ

وَما إِن وحيد الدّهرِ إِلّا همامُهُ

He is the impenetrable pearl and essence

By which the precedent eras, seizing them surpassed

هُوَ الدّرّة العَصماءُ وَالجَوهَرُ الّذي

بِهِ سابقُ الأَزمانِ فاتَ اِغتنامُهُ

He is composed of honour and glory incarnated

Thus singular without his division being possible

تَألّفَ مِن عِزٍّ وَمَجدٍ تَجَسّما

فَأَصبَحَ فَرداً لا يَجوزُ اِنقِسامُهُ

And the judge of truth by truth his judgement

And to the word of truth his commitment existed

وَقاضٍ عَلى حَقِّ بِحقٍّ قَضاؤُهُ

وَكانَ لِقَولِ الحقِّ فيهِ اِلتِزامُهُ

And in the doctrine of Nu'man established warning

And supporting truth by it rose his position

وَفي مَذهَبِ النّعمانِ قَد قامَ مُنذِراً

وَكانَ لِنَصرِ الحقِّ فيهِ قِيامُهُ

Sincere in the word of truth, not ashamed

And seemly his brilliant composed dignity

صَدوعٌ بِقولِ الحقِّ لَيسَ بِمُستحٍ

وَزانَ مُحيّاه الوسيم اِحتِشامُهُ

His position as judge ascended with his piety

And therein ascended to the highest rank his resolve

تَسامى لِتَقواهُ بِهِ مَنصِبُ القَضا

وَفيهِ سَما هامَ السِّماكَينِ هامُهُ

In it the cases wander hearing him

And appears his care to rule by the truth in them

تَتيهُ القَضايا فيهِ عِندَ سَماعِها

وَيَبدو لِفَصلِ الحقِّ فيها اِهتِمامُهُ

And I heard praise of him that

If he says a word it is said his wisdom decreed it

وَقَد سَمعت عنهُ الثّناء بِأَنّهُ

إِذا قالَ قَولاً قيلَ قالَت حذامُهُ

So he rules in it no blame of critic

And how so when God's rope his clinging?

فَيَحكُم فيها لَم يخف لَومَ لائِمٍ

وَكَيفَ وَحَبلُ اللَّهِ فيهِ اِعتِصامُهُ

So the futile words returns from it prevented

And rises by truth defeating its adversary

فَتَرجعُ مَمنوعاً بِها قَولُ مُبطِلٍ

وَمُرتَفِعاً فيها بِحَقّ خصامُهُ

And if son of Maqala had witnessed goodness of his handwriting

He would say oh if only I was his boy

وَلَو شامَ حُسنَ الخطِّ منهُ اِبن مقلةٍ

لَكانَ يَقولُ الدّهرَ لَيتي غلامُهُ

By it the pens humble to his purpose

And he rules what swords cannot rule

تَدينُ لَهُ الأَقلامُ طِبقَ مُرادِهِ

وَيَقضي بِها ما لَيسَ يَقضي حُسامُهُ

So if he etched on papers one day observing him

Upon its chest immediately flows his speech

فَلَو خَزّ في الأَوراقِ يَوماً يَراعُهُ

عَلى صَدرِها في الحالِ يَجري كَلامُهُ

Lines that become strings of gems

Like engraving a bride in her hands its drawing

سُطورٌ غَدَت مِن لازَوَردٍ سَلاسِلاً

كَنَقشِ عَروسٍ في يَدَيها اِرتِسامُهُ

Eloquent, the horizon of eloquence he fully grasped

At its highest peak structured its system

بَليغٌ وَسَحبان الفَصاحَةِ قِسّها

بِذَروَتِها العليا يَحلّ نظامُهُ

The water of rhetoric flows streaming by it

Floats upon it aesthetic composition and harmony

يَسيلُ بِهِ ماءُ البَلاغَةِ جارِياً

وَيَطفو عَلَيها بِالبَديعِ اِنسِجامُهُ

The perspective of poetry presents itself obedient

And none but him holds its bridle

تَبدّى لَهُ طِرفُ القَريضِ مُذَلَّلاً

وَلَيسَ لِسِواهُ في يَديهِ لِجامُهُ

Meter and prosody travel humbly toward him

Each controlled by him its bridle

تَسيرُ القَوافي وَالعروضُ خَبائباً

لَدَيهِ وَكُلٌّ في يَديهِ زِمامُهُ

And it gallops by talent active upon it

Venturing strange expressions appears his attempt

وَيَعدو عَلَيها بِالقَريحَةِ ساطِياً

عَلى لجج الإِغرابِ يَبدو اِقتِحامُهُ

And hunts in it every innovative splendor

By which the confusion of rhetoric upright became its body

وَيَصطادُ فيها كلّ بِكر بَديعَةٍ

بِها اِختالِ مِن تيهِ البَديعِ قوامُهُ

And of that he gifted me a young bride

The essence of beauty becoming divided is impossible

وَمِن تِلكَ أَهداني عَروساً خَريدَةً

بِها جَوهَرُ الحُسنِ اِستَحالَ اِنقِسامُهُ

The light of rhetoric upon her face is apparent

Shining and her veil did not hide it from us

عَلى وَجهِها نورُ البَلاغَةِ ظاهرٌ

يَلوحُ وَلَم يَحجِبه عنّا لِثامُهُ

And I gift her one an old spinster

And if I am blamed all the blame is upon me

وَإِنّي لمُهديهِ بِبكر عَجوزَةٍ

وَإِن كنتُ كلَّ اللّوم فيها أُلامُهُ

By that I show my excuse to preserve my sanctity

And one who shows stinginess from it respect lessened

بِذاكَ أُرِي عُذري لِتُحفظَ حُرمَتي

وَمَن يَبدُ مِنهُ البخلُ قَلَّ اِحتِرامُهُ

From it for her I wish acceptance and consent

And nature of its brilliant smile is beaming

وَمِنهُ لَها أَرجو القَبولَ مَعَ الرّضا

وَشَأنُ مُحيّاه بِذاكَ اِتّسامُهُ

And may the prominence persist in good living

Everlasting extensive shade does not cease its duration

وَدامَ عَريضَ الجاهِ في طيبِ عِيشَةٍ

وَظِلٍّ ظَليلٍ لا يَزولُ دَوامُهُ

As long as the gentle breeze blows upon the hillside

And sings upon the branch of the meadow, its turtle-doves cooing

مَدى الدّهرِ ما هَبَّتْ نَسيمٌ على الرّبى

وَغَنّى عَلى غُصنِ الرّياضِ حمامُهُ

The talent composed the prose of poetry

And by beauty of precision composing sweet is its structure

وَما أَتْقَنَتْ نَظمَ القَريضِ قَريحة

وَمِنها بِحُسنِ السّبكِ يَحلو اِنتِظامُهُ

Pleasant by will of Allah was its beginning

Complete by goodness of praise was its end

وَطابَ لِفَتحِ اللَّه مِنهُ اِفتِتاحُهُ

وَتَمَّ بِحُسنِ المَدحِ مِنهُ اِختِتامُهُ

No passionate said about love informing

Yes, his passionate love arose with longing

وَما قالَ ذو وَجدٍ عَنِ العِشقِ مُخبراً

لَقَد ثارَ بِالمضنى المَشوقِ غَرامُهُ