هذا العَذولُ عليكُمُ ما لي ولَه
انا قد رضيتُ بذا الغرام وذا الوَلَه
Here is the reproacher—take him yourselves; what have I to do with him?
I have consented to this passion and this love-mad rapture.
شرطُ المحبَّةِ أنَّ كُلَّ متيَّمٍ
صبِّ يُطيعُ هواهُ يَعصي عُذَّلَه
Love’s condition is that every enamored,
yearning lover obey his passion and defy reproach.
واخذتُموني حينَ صارَ مُحِبُّكُم
مثَلاً ومثلي سِرُّه لن يبذُلَه
You took me to task when your lover had become
an exemplar—yet one like me will never divulge his secret.
ما أعربت واللهِ عن وجدي بكِم
وصَبابتي إِلاَّ دُموعي الُمهمَله
By God, I never disclosed my passion for you
or my ardent longing, except through my unchecked tears.
يا راحلينَ وفي أكِلةِ عيسِهم
رشأٌ عليه حشَى الُمحبِّ مُقَلقَلَه
O travelers, within the canopied litters of their white camels
is a gazelle-fawn for whom the lover’s heart is in turmoil.
جُزتم مَداكم في قَطيعتِكُم فلا
عَطفٌ لعائِدكم يُرامُ ولا صِله
You have reached the utmost bounds in cutting me off, so
neither kindness to one returning to you nor union may be hoped for.
أأَلومكُمُ في هِجرِكم وصُدودِكم
ما هذهِ في الحُبِّ مِنكُم أوَّلَه
Shall I blame you for your abandonment and aversion?
This is hardly your first such deed in love.
قسَماً بكم قد حِرتُ ممَّا أشتكي
حسبي الدُّجى فَعدمتُهُ ما أطوَلهُ
By you I swear: I have been deprived of what I lament.
Darkness suffices me—for, bereft of him, how long it is!
ليلي كيومِ الحشر معنىً إِن يكن
لا ليلَ ذاكَ فَذا لا صبحَ لَه
My night is like Resurrection Day in this respect: if
that Day has no night, then this night has no dawn.
يا سائلي عن حالتي مِن بَعدِهم
تَركُ الجوابِ جوابُ هذي المسالَه
O you who ask about my state since their departure:
leaving the question unanswered is itself its answer.
عندي جوىً يذَرُ الفَصيحَ مُبلَّداً
فاترك مفصلَّهُ ودونكَ مُجمَلَه
Within me is a consuming grief that leaves the eloquent speechless;
so leave its details, and take its sum.
القلبُ ليس مِنَ الصِّحاحِ فيُرتجَى
إصلاحُه والعَينُ سُحبٌ مُهملَهُ
The heart is not among the sound, that its healing might be hoped for;
while the eye is clouds left to pour unchecked.
حالي إِذا حدَّثتَ لا لُمَعٌ ولا
جُمَلٌ لإيضاحي لها مِن تَكمِله
When I relate my state, neither the Gleam nor
the Sentences can Clarify it for me, nor can any Completion.
الصُّدغُ منهُ عَقرَبٌ ولِحاظُه
أسَدٌ وخلفَ الظَّهرِ منهُ سُنبله
His sidelock is Scorpio, and his glances
are Leo; behind his back stands Virgo.
قَمرٌ لهُ في القلبِ بل في الطَّرفِ بل
في النَّثرةِ الحصداءِ أشَرفُ مَنزِلهُ
A moon whose dwelling is in the heart—no, in the eye—no,
in al-Nathra the Hunchbacked lies his noblest station.
ما أجورَ الألحاظَ منهُ إِذا رنا
وإِذا انثنى فقوامُه ما أعدلَه
How unjust are his glances when he gazes;
and when he sways, how straight and fair his stature!
أَسرت له العُشَّاق نَضرةُ وجنَةٍ
بسوى اللَّواحظ لا تبيتُ مقبَّله
A glimpse of a cheek has captured the lovers for him—a cheek
that spends the night kissed by none but gazing eyes.
لوم لم يُصب صُدغيهِ عارضُ خَدَّهِ
ما أصبحت في سالفيهِ مُسَلسله
Reproach! Though the down of his cheek has not reached his temples,
how chained it has become within his two sidelocks!
لو كنتُ فيهِ قَبلتُ نُصحَ عواذلي
ما أدبرت أيَّامُ حظِّي المُقبلهِ
Had I shown wisdom in this, I would have heeded my reproachers’ counsel;
the approaching days of my good fortune would not have turned away.
للهِ منه مهُفهَفٌ أَجنيتُه
عَسَلَ الهوى فَجنيتُ منه حَنظلهُ
By God, what a slender beauty he is! I made him reap
the honey of love, while from him I reaped bitter colocynth.
ما فازَ غيرَ محبِّه وفتىً لهُ
مدَحٌ إلى الحَسنِ اغتدت مُتحملَّه
None triumphs but his lover—and a youth for whom
my praise has gone forth, borne onward toward Beauty:
شرفُ الورى والدينِ والمولى الذي
أنواءُ سُحبِ ندَى يديهِ مُسبلَه
the honor of mankind and religion, the lord whose hands
pour down the rainstorms of the clouds of generosity.
صدرٌ له يومَ المواهبِ راحةٌ
لسبيلهِ ونَوالهِ مُتهلِّلَه
On the day of gifts, his palm comes to the fore,
radiant along his path with bounty.
شادت مناقبُه له وفخارُه
رُتباً على زُهرِ النُّجومِ مُرَتَّله
His virtues and his glory have raised for him
ranks arrayed above the radiant stars.
وزها به الدَّهرُ الذي أيَّامُه
بِسوى عُلاهُ لم تكن مُتجمِّلَه
Time itself takes pride in him—the age whose days
had never been adorned except by his high glory.
Sol 5.6