دارٌ نَأَى عن جوِّها أَترابُها
ماذا يُفيدُ الُمستَهامَ تُرابُها
A home from which its people have strayed
What good is the dust to one perplexed?
لا ساعدتَها بعدَ سُعدى دَيمة
تَهمي ولا بَعدَ الرَّبابِ رَبابُها
It did not help her after her lasting glory
Her cares, nor after the flute its player.
لا كُنتُ ممَّن سحَّ مِن أَجفانهِ
في مَنزلٍ أَقوى وَسحَّ سَحابُها
I was not one who roamed
From a stronger home, or whose clouds poured down.
إِن سالَ غَربُ محاجِري في دمنَةٍ
لا ناعقٌ إلاَّ علَيَّ غُرابُها
If the west shed tears in a valley,
None will cry for me but the ravens.
أَحلى وَأَعلمُ مِن سُؤالِ مَعالمِ
نَقَضت بَشاشَتُها وَزادَ جَوابُها
Sweeter and wiser than to ask the road’s marks -
Her charm gone, her answer grew terse.
شَجرٌ تَميلُ غُصونهُا في رَوضةٍ
مِسكيَّةٍ مِن سُندسٍ جِلبابُها
A tree whose boughs lean over a garden
Of musk, her robes of silk brocade,
رَقمَت لَها أَثوابَها أَيدي الحَيا
طُرزاً على شَمسِ الضُّحى إِذهابُها
The hands of life embroidered her robes
With patterns from the sun at dawn’s departure,
كَلَّت عِشارٌالُمزنِ عنها وانثنت
عَنا وَقد بَقيت هُناكَ شعابُها
The crooked fingers of fate left her be, and bent
Away, though crags remained standing there.
وأَغَنَّ ممنوعِ الرُّضابِ لِحاظُهُ
في كُلِّ قَلبِ مُغمَدِ نُشَّابُها
More melodious than forbidden strings was his glance
In each heart sheathed in its scabbard.
وَمُدامَةِ يَسعى بِها مَشمولةٍ
باقٍ بيُمنى راحتيهِ خِضابُها
The wine circulates as if his heart
Were whirled about by the cups passed to him.
لا يَستقرُّ كأَنَّهُ في قَلبِ مَن
دارت عليهِ بصرفِها أَكوابُها
The beauty itself sought him out
As though robed by her very clothes.
وَخريدةَ وَدَّ الجَمالُ بِنفسهِ
لَو أَنَّهُ خُلعِت عَلَيه ثيابُها
Her glances toy with the minds of men,
Though sick, and play with prohibitions.
تلهو بأَلبابِ الرِّجالِ جُفونُها ال
مَرضى وَتَلعبُ بالنُّهى أَطرابُها
