كَم في الكَثيبِ وَكَم عارضته قمرٌ
يودّ أنّ له من حسنه القمرُ
How many moons upon the dune—and how many a moon has vied with him!
The moon itself wishes it possessed a share of his beauty.
يجنِي عليَّ سقاماً سقمُ مقلتِه
وكلُّ جرمٍ جناه الحبُّ مُغتَفَرُ
His eye’s languor afflicts the moon with sickness;
and every offense that Love commits is forgiven.
قال العواذل سَرْعاً ما عشِقتَ وما
يدرون أنّ طريق العِشقِ مختصرُ
The reproachers said, “How quickly you fell in love!”—but they
do not know that the path of love is short.
وَما الصّبابة إلّا خُلسةٌ عَرَضتْ
سمعٌ جناها على الأحشاء أو بصرُ
Passion is nothing but a furtive theft that arose,
committed against the inmost heart by hearing or sight.
النارُ في كَبِدي مذ غبتَ عن بصري
ومن جفوني وقد فارقتني المطرُ
Fire burns in my liver since you vanished from my sight,
and from my eyelids, now that you have left me, comes rain.
Sol 5.6