أَيا سُرورٌ وَأَنتَ يا حَزَنُ
لِم لَم أَمُت حينَ صارَتِ الظُعُنُ
O joy and you, O sorrow
Why did I not die when separation became hardships
أَطالَ عُمرِيَ أَم مُدَّ في أَجَلي
أَم لَيسَ في الظاعِنينَ لي شَجَنُ
Did my life get prolonged or was my destiny extended
Or is there no yearning for me in the blamers
أَم لَم يَبِن مَن هَوَيتُ مُرتَحِلاً
أَم لَم تَوَحَّش مِن بَعدِهِ الدِمَنُ
Or did the one I secretly loved not know
Or did the abodes not become desolate after him
يا لَيتَ ماءَ الفُراتِ يُخبِرُنا
أَينَ تَوَلَّت بِأَهلِها السُفُنُ
If only the water of the Euphrates could tell us
Where did its ships turn with their people
ما أَحسَنَ المَوتَ عِندَ فُرقَتِهِم
وَأَقبَحَ العَيشَ بَعدَ ما ظَعَنوا
How good is death when they are separated
And how bad is life after they blamed
وَيحَ المُحِبّينَ كَيفَ أَرحَمُهُم
لَقَد شَقوا في طِلابِهِم وَعَنوا
Woe to those in love, how I pity them
They have struggled in their pursuit and become weary
هَذي الحَماماتُ إِن بَكَت وَدَعَت
أَسعَدَها في بُكائِها الفَنَنُ
These doves, if they cry and call
In their crying, art makes them happiest
فَمَن عَلى صَبوَتي يُساعِدُني
إِذا جَفاني الحَبيبُ وَالسَكَنُ
So who can help me in my youth
If the beloved and neighbor abandon me
صَبَرتُ لِلحُبِّ إِذ بُليتُ بِهِ
وَماتَ مِنّي السِرارُ وَالعَلَنُ
I was patient for love when I was afflicted by it
And the secrets and openness in me died
يا مُبدِعَ الذَنبِ لي لِيَظلِمَني
هَجرُكَ لي في الذُنوبِ مُمتَحِنُ
O creator of the sin against me to wrong me
Your abandonment of me tests me regarding sins
مالي مِن مِنَّةٍ فَأَشكُرَها
عِندَكَ لا بَل عِندي لَكَ المِنَنُ
I have no favors for which to thank you
Rather, I thank you, the favors are from you
جَهِلتَ وَصلي فَلَستَ تَعرِفُهُ
وَأَنتَ بِالهَجرِ عالِمٌ فَطِنُ
You were ignorant of my friendship, so you do not recognize it
While you are knowledgeable and perceptive in abandonment
حارَبَني بَعدَكَ السُرورُ كَما
صالَحَني عِندَ فَقدِكَ الحَزَنُ
After you, happiness fought me
Just as sorrow reconciled with me when you were lost
أَعانَكَ الطَرفُ وَالفُؤادُ عَلى
روحي وَرَوحي عَلَىَّ يَعتَوِنُ
Your glance and heart helped you
Against my soul, and my soul raids against me
مِمّا كَساني الهَوى فَكِسوَتُهُ
لي أَبَداً ما لَبِستُها كَفَنُ
Of what love clothed me, its clothes
Will be my shroud forever
أَوهَنَني حُبُّ مَن شُغِفتُ بِهِ
حَتّى بَراني وَشَفَّني الوَهنُ
Love for the one I passionately loved weakened me
Until separation cured me and cured my weakness
عَذَّبَني حُبُّ طَفلَةٍ عَرَضَت
فيها وَفي حُبِّها لِيَ الفِتَنُ
The love of a young girl who appeared
Caused tribulations for me, and tribulations in loving her
إِذا دَنَت لِلضَجيعِ لَذَّ لَهُ
مِنها اِعتِناقٌ وَلَذَّ مُحتَضَنُ
When she comes close to the bed, its owner
Finds intimacy and the embrace enjoyable from her
كَحلاءُ لَم تَكتَحِل بِكاحِلَةٍ
وَسنانَةُ الطَرفِ ما بِها وَسَنُ
Like dark eyeliner, she is not lined with kohl
And the teeth, there are no gaps between them
فَفي فُؤادِيَ لِحُبِّها غُصُنٌ
في كُلِّ حينٍ يُورِقُ الغُصُنُ
So in my heart there is a branch for loving her
The branch greens in every moment
قيلَ لَها إِنَّهُ أَخو كَلَفٍ
بِحُبِّكُم هائِمٌ وَمُفتَتِنُ
It was said to her: He is a lovesick brother
Infatuated and tempted by your love
فَأَعرَضَت لِلصُدودِ قائِلَةً
يَقولُ ما شاءَ شاعِرٌ لَسِنُ
So she turned away haughtily saying
A poet can say whatever he wants
ما كانَ في ما مَضى بِمُؤتَمَنٍ
عَلى هَوانا فَكَيفَ يُؤتَمَنُ
No one from the past was entrusted
With our disgrace, so how can he be trusted?
حُبّانِ غَضّانِ في الفُؤادِ لَها
فَمِنهُما ظاهِرٌ وَمُندَفِنٌ
Two loves are hidden in my heart for her
One apparent and one buried
أَوطَنَ يا سِحرُ حُبُّكُم كَبِدي
فَلَيسَ لِلحُبِّ غَيرَها وَطَنُ
The enchantment of your love settled in my liver
For love, it has no other homeland
سَمِعتِ فينا مَقالَ ذي حَسَدٍ
لَمّا أَتاكُم بِهِ هَنٌ وَهَنُ
You heard from one envious of us
Slander when weakness came to you
إِن كانَ هِجرانُكُم يَطيبُ لَكُم
فَلَيسَ لِلوَصلِ عِندَنا ثَمَنُ
If your abandonment pleases you
We have no price for reunion with you
خَلَعتُ في الحُبِّ ماجِناً رَسَنى
كَذاكَ في الحُبِّ يُخلَعُ الرَسَنُ
I took off the chain mail in love
Thus in love the chain mail is taken off
وا بِأَبي مَن يَقولُ لي بِأَبي
وَمَن فُؤادي لَدَيهِ مُرتَهَنُ
By my father, whoever says "by my father" to me
While my heart is hostage to him
يَطلُبُني حُبُّهُ لِيَقتُلَني
وَلَيسَ بَيني وَبَينَهُ إِحَنُ
His love seeks me to kill me
And there is no affection between me and it
وَكَم مِن أَشياءَ قَد مَضَت سُنَناً
كَما جَرَت في القَبائِلِ السُنَنُ
And how many things passed as tradition
Just as traditions passed in the tribes
وَقائِلٍ لَستَ بِالمُحِبِّ وَلَو
كُنتَ مُحِبّاً هَزَلتَ مُذ زَمَنُ
And one who says: You are no lover, even if
You were a lover, you would have become weary long ago
فَقُلتُ رَوحي مُكاتِمٌ جَسَدي
حُبِّيَ وَالحُبُّ فيهِ مُختَزَنُ
So I said: My soul keeps my love secret
My love and it are stored in it
شَفَّ الهَوى مُهجَتي وَعَذَّبَها
فَلَيسَ لي مُهجَةٌ وَلا بَدَنُ
Passion weakened my intellect and tormented it
So I have no intellect or body
أَحَبَّ قَلبي وَما دَرى جَسَدي
وَلَو دَرى لَم يُقِم بِهِ السِمَنُ
My heart loved and my body did not know
If my body knew, it would not gain weight
لَو وَزَنَ العاشِقونَ حُبَّهُمُ
لَكانَ حُبّي بِحُبِّهِم يَزِنُ
If the lovers weighed their love
My love would equal their love in weight
لا عَيبَ إِن كُنتُ ماجِناً غَزِلاً
فَقَبلِيَ الأَوَّلونَ ما مَجَنوا
No fault if I was indulgent in love poetry
For those before me also indulged
