من همَّ المضنى ومن شجنه

ربعٌ بكيتُ الحبيبَ في دمنه

Who suffered anguish, who felt melancholy,

In an abode whose beloved I wept over.

لولاه لم أندب الخليط ولم

أصبُ إلى سربه ولا عينه

If not for him, I'd not mourn what's mixed up

Nor incline toward the throng, not his eyes.

ولم أعرج على منازله

أسأل آثارهنَّ عن ظعنه

Nor would I tread his dwellings,

Asking his traces about his withdrawal.

وهذه سنّة الغرام ولا

أرغبُ عن فرضه ولا سننه

This is the law of passion—I do not

Wish to evade its duty or tradition.

ولست أشكو عيَّ الديار ولا

أذمُّ دمعي إلاَّ على لسّنه

Nor do I complain of time's cruelty or

Blame my tears except for his smoothness.

ساروا وأبقوا منَّا بساحتها

كل غريب يبكي على وطنه

They went away, leaving in its plains

Every stranger crying for his homeland.

من لمحبِ كان عاذلهُ

يجني ثمار السرور من حزنه

One who loved yet blamed his love

Reaps fruits of joy from his sadness.

لم يدرِ ما لوعة الفراق ولا

قبيح وجه الغرام من حسنه

He never knew the agony of parting or

The ugliness of love from its beauty.

لو حلَّ برح الجوى بمهجته

لدق معنى السقام في بدنه

If it camped in the heart's expanse,

It would strike meaning into the body.

لا تلحني على السهاد له

اسهرني ما تراه من وسنه

Do not blame me for wakefulness—keep me

Awake with all you see of his idol.

لولا ولوعي بلين قامته

ما شاقني صادحٌ على فننه

If not for my melting at his soft stature,

No ardent critic moved me to his ways.

ولم أقف باكياً على حقف نعـ

ـمان ولا شاكياً إلى غصنه

Nor did I stand weeping at the lichens of Nu'man,

Nor complaining to his branch.

ولا عليه من جاهلي هوى

وهو حنيفٌ يصبو إلى قرنه

He felt no ignorant passion from me,

Rather, he inclined to his kin.

خذ لي أماناً من قوس حاجبه

ناظرٍ كم قتلت في فتنه

Take security from me against his brow’s bow,

A gaze that kills in its temptations!

أو لا فدعني كما يشاء يقدني الـ

ـوجد قود الذَّلول في رسنه

Or no—leave me be, however he wills,

Grief leads the submissive in his path.