فرّ من الحبِّ قلبُه فنجَا
من بعد ما خاضَ في الهوى لجُجاَ
His heart fled from love, so he escaped
After plunging into passion's turbulent seas
فما سباه ملثَّم بضُحىً
ولا شجاه معمَّم بدُجَى
Neither did dawn's radiance adorn him
Nor did night's darkness cloak him
من يبكِ حَولا يُعذِرْ فكيف بمن
بكَى على رسم دارهم حِجَجا
He who weeps for an hour may be excused - but what of one
Who wept at the ruins of their abode in distress?
هذا اللَّمّى ذلك الذي شغف ال
قلبَ وخمرُ الثغور ما مُزِجا
This agony - it was passion that ignited
His heart, and the wine of desire was not diluted
فكيف حالَ الغرامُ منه قِلىً
ونال من بعد شدَّةٍ فرَجا
How then did his burning love become cooled
And find relief after such torment?
لأ تأمنَنّى على مراجعةٍ
مَن دبَّر الحبَّ قبلَنا بحِجَا
Do not trust me to return
To one who schemed this love before us both
يا ناقةَ الظبيةِ التي ظعنَتْ
أهودجا ما حمَلتِ أم بُرُجا
O doe of the wilderness who was wounded
By an arrow - did you carry a howdah or saddlebags?
زاد بكِ البدرُ في منازله
منزِلبَيْها عُسْفَان أو أَمجَا
The full moon in its phases
Passed by Bayha and 'Usfaan and 'Amjaa
قد أغربَ القينُ في سهامهمُ
راشَ بهُدبٍ ونصَّلَ الدَّعجَا
The bow twanged as the arrows flew
Whistling, equipped with fine feathers
أليس هذا السلاحُ ويحكُم
أحكَمَ داودُ الذي نَسجَا
Is this not the same weapon, wrought
By David's hands, which he carefully crafted?
كانت دموعى ماءً فصرنَ دَماً
أأبدل السنُّ شأنَها ودَجَا
My tears were water, but turned into blood
Did old age change and renew their nature?
ونار قلبي هي التي طهرت
تُوقدُ في الليل مَفرقى سُرُجا
And the fire in my heart that purifies
Kindled at night by lamps' dispersed flames
ليت الذي نظَّمَ اللالىءَ في
فرعِىَ خَلَّى مكانَها السَّبَجا
Would that he who strung pearls on
My branch had left the sabja in its place
يا مولجَ الليلِ في النهارِ أما
آن لصبحٍ في الليل أن يَلِجا
O turner of night into day, is it not
Time for dawn to turn night to radiant day?
