أشرتِ أنتِ إلى الكوخِ المشعشعِ بالورد
!
اجتذبتُكِ ضاعَ الوردُ والزمنُ !
You yourself pointed to the cottage aglow with roses.
You pointed to the cottage glowing with roses
I drew you close; roses and time vanished!
I was drawn to you, the roses and time faded away!
؟ !
وأين شرَّدْتِني ؟ أواه ! لا سألتْ
،
عيناكِ عني، أنا عيناكِ لي وطنُ
And where have you sent me wandering? Ah! Never did
And where did you lead me astray? Alas! You did not ask
your eyes ask after me. As for me, your eyes are my homeland.
Your eyes about me, your eyes are my homeland
، ،
أموت، أحيا وراء الهُدبِ، طيرُ ضحىً
،
أنا، وهدبُكِ هذا المُفتدى غصنُ
I die, I live behind the lashes—a bird of morning
I die, I live behind the dunes, a dawn bird
am I; and these lashes of yours, worth a ransom, are a bough.
I am, and your dune is this ransomed branch
؟ ..
بالأمس ؟ مُرّي يداً وامحي .. خُلقتُ أنا
اليوم التففتُ بضوءٍ منك أُفتَتَنُ
Yesterday? Sweep a hand over it and erase it... I was born
Yesterday? Pass me a hand and erase.. I was created
today; I wrapped myself in light from you, entranced—
Today I was infatuated by a light from you
ضوءِ ابتسامتكِ الآتي إليّ من
؟ !
الآتي فما الفجرُ ؟ ما كوني تكنْ عَدَنُ !
the light of your smile, coming to me from
The light of your smile coming to me from
the future—what, then, is dawn? What? Be, and Eden shall be!
The coming so what is dawn? You being, paradise!
!
أواه حبُّكِ ! لا أحببتُ قبلُ ولا
،
أحبُّ بعدُ تأنّقْ واغلُ، يا ثَمَنُ
Ah, your love! I have never loved before, nor
Oh your love! I never loved before
shall I love hereafter. Be exquisite and grow dearer, O price!
Nor will love after, be gentle and precious, O price!
،
أتحتَ قنطرةِ الوردِ الملمّةِ لي،
؟
لويتُ خصرَ التي احلولتْ كما الوثنُ ؟
Was it beneath the arch of roses enfolding me
Under the arch of piled roses for me
that I bent the waist of her who grew sweet as an idol?
Did I twist the waist that bent like an idol?
: "
وقلتُ: "طيري نَطِرْ في قُبلتين كما
!"
الصِبا فلا النضْر إلانا ولا الحسنُ !"
And I said: “Fly! Let us fly in two kisses like
And I said: "My bird, look with two glances as
youth—there is no freshness, no beauty, but us!”
The morning breeze, for neither the blossom nor beauty but us!"
، ،
حبّي، الذي رحتُ منذُ الدهر أحجبهُ،
، .
إلا عن العطر، حبّي اليومَ مُعتَلَنُ.
My love, which since time immemorial I have kept hidden,
My love, which I have hidden since time
from all but fragrance—my love today stands revealed.
Except from fragrance, my love today is revealed
كالعودِ إن جرّحتهُ أنملٌ شجنتْ
: !
قال: انتهيتُ غراماً وانتهى الشَجَنُ !
Like the lute, if sorrowing fingertips wound it,
Like a lute if scratched by a fingertip lamented
it says: “I am spent in passion, and sorrow has ended!”
It said: I am done with passion and passion is done!
Sol 6.1