أصمتْ فؤادي مقلتاه باسهمِ
فعلامَ في خديه آثار الدمِ
My heart is silenced, though wounded by his arrows,
Why then bloodstains upon his cheeks?
علقته طامي الوشاح من الصبا
ريَّانَ مرَّ الهجر عذب المبسمِ
His veil entangled me in youth,
Flowing with saliva - separation made it sweetly smile.
يفتي ومذهبه الخلاف بمنعه
عذب اللَّمى ويبيح قتل المسلمِ
He issues legal opinions, though his doctrine denies it,
Deeming lawful the sweet union, and killing a Muslim legal.
ذهبيّ خدٍّ بالعذار مسطّر
يغني بحبَّة خاله للمعدمِ
His golden cheek marked with a beauty spot,
Sings the praises of his mole to the deprived.
فكأنَّه الدينار في كفِّ الكرى
والبدر في كفِّ الدجى كالدرهمِ
As if it were a gold coin in the hand of the noble,
And the full moon in the hand of night, like a silver coin.
ليس الجمال مشهَّراً فاختال في
وجه مضيءٍ تحت ليل مظلمِ
Beauty is not made public, so it prances about
In a shining face under the darkness of night.
فلوجهه ديباجةٌ مرقومة
والثوبُ منقوصٌ إذا لم يرقمِ
For his face is an embroidered brocade,
And a garment is deficient if unembroidered.
انفقتُ كنزَ مدامعي في حبه
حتى على عذَّاله واللوَّم
I spent the treasure of my tears in loving him
Even his reproacher and blamer.
ولبسةُ ثوبَ السقم أصفر مصمتاً
فعلامَ يخلع في الجمال المعلمِ
And he dressed in the garb of sickness, silent,
Why then did he take off the adorned beauty?
ما زال يهجرني ويمنعُ طيفهُ
حتى سخطت على الجفون النوَّمِ
He continues to shun me and denies access to his phantom
Until I resented the sleepy eyes their sleep.
فلو استطعت محوتُ آياتِ الدُّجى
بالصبح أو أيقظتُ كلَّ مهومِ
If only I could erase the signs of darkness in the morning
Or awaken every worried soul.
ولكم ركبتُ إليه ليلاً أدهماً
ومدامعي شبه الظلام الأدهمِ
And how often I rode to him in deep gloom at night
With my tears resembling the darkest gloom.
وعيونُ سمر الحيِّ غير هواجعِ
فيه ووجه النار غير ملثَّمِ
And the brown eyes of the living are not downcast
In them, and the face of fire is not veiled.
وكأنَّ سائرة النجوم فواقعٌ
زهرٌ تجول على إناء مفعمِ
As if the rest of the stars were flames
A blossom strolling on a brimming vessel.
من كلِّ أسهر من جفون مدلَّهٍ
رمدٍ وأخفقَ من فؤادِ متيَّمِ
From every sleepless one, from every languishing eyelid,
From every anguished heart pining.
يا صاحبي حيث الجلوس خصاصةٌ
انهض فإنَّ الذلَّ أقبح ميسمِ
My friend wherever you sit secluded,
Rise, for misery is the ugliest mark.
فالصارم الهندي يجهل حدّه
وإلا ثر إلاَّ في يمين مصمّمِ
The Indian sword knows not its edge,
Else it would not stir except in a determined right hand.
ما لي وللأيَّام أخّر عندها
حظّي وقد شهدت بفضل تقدمي
What do I, what do days have, diminished with them
My fortune, though they witnessed my precedence?
