أموضعّ سريّ والذي حسنُ عهدهِ
عليه من اللاحي أليحُ وأشفقُ
O repository of my secret, and you whose covenant is fair,
My secret place, whose promise was beautiful
for whom I fear and worry because of the reproacher.
To me is more endearing and compassionate than the cheek of a loved one
أبثك أشواقي إليكَ وإنما
أحنًّ إلى العلياء أو أتشوَّق
I confide to you my longing for you; yet it is only
I confide my longing for you, though
for lofty glory that I yearn or pine.
I yearn for the Sublime, or am filled with desire
وعندي أسير من رجائك لم يكن
على المجد عارٌ لو يغاث ويطلق
And I have a captive of hope in you; it would not be
In my possession is a captive of your grace, who has not been
a disgrace to glory if he were succored and released.
A dishonor to glory, were he to be rescued and set free
فجدْ بكتابٍ صامتٍ وهو ناطقٌ
وحسبكَ من جود به الطرسُ ينطق
So give generously a letter, silent though it speaks;
So create, with a silent book that yet speaks
and enough for you is a bounty through which the page speaks.
And your generosity, whose freshness speaks for it
تضمنَ من حسن الفصاحة والنُهى
غنّى أنا منه مدَّة الدهر مملقُ
It contains, in fine eloquence and wisdom,
Containing the aesthetics of eloquence and propriety
a wealth of which I am forever destitute.
I am enriched by it for an epoch, polished
معانٍ كأعطاف الغواني رشيقةٌ
تحبُّ على الهجران منها وتعشَق
Graceful meanings, like the curves of beautiful women,
Meanings like the flexuous bodies of gazelles
are loved and adored despite their estrangement.
Loved in their abandonment, and passionately sought
وخطٌ كوشي الروض لم يعدُ ناظراً
به راتعاً أو خاطراً يتأنق
And handwriting like a garden's embroidery, never eluding a beholder
And a script like the flowers of a garden, leaving no viewer
who revels in it, or a mind that delights in beauty.
Lingering there, or imagining its elegance
ولولا ولوعي بالفضائل لم يبتْ
فؤادي بأمواه الطلاوة يحرقَ
And were it not for my passion for virtues, it would not spend the night—
And were it not for my craving for excellence, my heart
my heart—burning in the waters of charm.
Would not have ignited in the flames of allure
ولم أرَ قبلهُ يحمل النَّدى
فيبقى ولا شمساً لها لا نفسُ مشرق
And before it, I had never seen anything bear dew
Never before have I seen the dew convey such beauty
and endure; nor a sun with no soul as its rising-place.
Remaining perpetually, like a sun whose rising light never fades
قدامَ لهذا الملكِ حُسناً وعدةً
يجتمع في سحر النُهى ويفرقُ
At the fore for this king, as beauty and provision,
For this king, beauty and company
it gathers and disperses in the enchantment of intellect.
United in the magic of propriety, then divided
وقد حفزتني رحلةُ البين والهوى
سيخلق في الأحشاء ما ليس يخلق
And the journey of separation has impelled me, and love
And the journey of separation and love have provoked me
will create in my innermost depths what never wears out.
To create in my heart what was never created
نطقتُ بما قلدتني من صنيعةٍ
فأشبهني فيك الحمامُ المطوَّق
I spoke of the favor you hung about my neck,
I have spoken what his gift of craft has moved me to
and in speaking of you, the ring-necked dove resembled me.
So that I resemble, through him, a ring-doved turtle
ولولا أيادي حضرةٍ صاحبيهِ
أرافق منها ما يعين ويرفق
But for the favors of his two companions' court—
And were it not for the assistance of his noble hands
whose helpful, kindly gifts accompany me—
Accompanying me with that which aids and comforts
لما كان ذكرٌ جميلٌ ركابه
إلى غاية الدنيا يغذِ ويعنق
there would be no fair renown whose mounts
Never would there have been a beautiful mention, its riders
hasten and trot to the farthest end of the world.
Up to the end of the world nourished and embraced
هو الواسع الأعطان للوفد والقرى
إذا كفَّهم صدرٌ من العام ضيق
He has spacious watering-grounds for delegations and hospitality,
He is the generous open-handed one to envoys and villages
when a straitened opening of the year holds them back.
When a meager year constrained their palms
محاسنُه في وجنة الأرض شامةٌ
تشوقُ وفي وجه الفضائل رونق
His virtues are a beauty mark on the earth's cheek,
His beauties are a mark on the cheek of the world
stirring longing, and a luster on the face of virtues.
Longed for, and in the face of excellence, bloom
وقد كذب المداح حاشايَ قبله
ولكنني فيه أقول وأصدق
Panegyrists before him have lied—except for me—
The flattering poet before him lied, but
but when I speak of him, I speak the truth.
In praising him, I speak sincerely
فلا برحتْ تلك الثمائلُ في العلى
معاني منهَ تستفاد وتسرق
So may those remnants never cease, amid lofty glory,
So those noble qualities have never ceased
to be meanings learned from him and stolen.
Their elevated meanings to be derived and stolen
Sol 6.1