يا من يعيرني بحبٍّ كان لي
دَرَجاً رقيتُ بهِ السماكَ الأعزلا
O you who reproach me for a love that once was mine—
it was a stairway by which I climbed to Spica, the Unarmed.
لولاه مارضتُ الزمانَ وقدُتهُ
قسراً فاجنائي المكارمَ والعلا
Without it, I would never have tamed Time and led it
by force, and so made noble deeds and glory bear fruit for me.
واتاحَ لي نَيلَ العلوم وكنزَها
حتى غدوتُ ممدَّحاً بين الملا
It enabled me to attain loftiness and its treasure,
until I became acclaimed among all people.
لولاهُ ما خضتُ الصعابَ أُجيلها
رَحبٍ الجوانح باسماً متهلّلا
Without it, I would not have braved hardships, sweeping them away,
broad-hearted, smiling, radiant;
كلاَّ ولم اعلُ البحارَ مغامراً
سعياً ولا جبت الفدافدَ والفلا
nor—never—would I have mounted the seas as an adventurer,
pressing onward, or crossed the boundless deserts and wastes.
فهو الذي ادنى المراتبَ عنوةً
مني فصرت بها الوجيهَ الأَمثلا
For it is love that forcibly drew the ranks of honor near
to me, and through them I became the foremost, most exemplary notable.
قد نلتُ أوسمةَ الملوك بفضلهِ
وبايدهِ سرُّ الحيوة ليَ انجلى
Through its grace I won the insignia of kings,
and by its power life's secret was unveiled to me.
فهو المهذّب صبوتي وهو المجيد
قريحتي حتى هَمَت سحراً حلا
It refined my youthful passion and ennobled
my poetic gift, until it poured forth sweet magic.
لولا انتعاش خواطري بنسيمهِ
ذهبَت سمُومٍ الهمِّ بي نحو البلى
Had its breeze not revived my inspirations,
grief's scorching winds would have swept me toward decay.
لولاهُ كنتُ أذلَّ من وطيء الثرى
غِرًّا بليداً بالخمول مكبَّلا
Without it, I would have been lowlier than anyone who trod the earth,
a callow dullard, shackled by obscurity.
لم ينتفع مني الوجودُ بطائلٍ
لا استحقُّ من الانام سوى القلى
Existence would have gained nothing worthwhile from me,
nor would I deserve from humankind anything but loathing.
لُم جُر إِذَن عيّر أطل عذلي أضِع
فضلى أبح قتلي فما انا من سلا
Blame me, wrong me then; taunt me; prolong your reproach; squander
my merit; permit my killing—for I am not one who forgets.
وانا الهوى وابن الهوى وابو الهوى
عبدالهوى ملكُ الهوى فاذهب الى
I am passion itself, passion's son, and passion's father—
passion's slave, passion's king—so go to...
Sol 5.6