دعانيَ من ذكر العذيبِ وعهدهِ
فإنَّ الصّبا تلقى فوادي بوجودهِ
He called me from the memory of passion and its covenant
For youth meets my innards through its existence
إذا ما تهادى بعد وهنٍ نسيمها
تحدَّث عن بان الكثيب ورنده
When its breeze blows gently after weakness
It talks of the sand dunes and their meadows
حنينٌ كصرفِ البابليّ إلى الحمى
يزيد به سكراً تقادمُ عهده
A yearning like a Babylonian towards fever
Increasing its intoxication with the passage of time
وشوقٌ يبيح الدمع ذكرى غصونه
ويسطو على هزل الغرام بجدِّه
And a longing that permits tears to flow with the memory of its branches
And prevails over the jest of passion with its solemnity
وقد وعد البين المشتُّ بسلوةٍ
ومن لي بأنَّ البين منجز وعده
And separation promised consolation
But who can guarantee that separation keeps its promise
وبي زائرٌ تكبو المنى دون وصله
ويعثر جاري الدمع في ذيل صدِّه
While a visitor whose wishes are thwarted by union
And the tear stream stumbles on its trail
حمى طرفهُ عن مقلتي بجفونهِ
ولم أدر أنَّ السيف يحمى بغمده
Its gaze guarded my eyes with its eyelids
And I did not know that the sword protects with its sheath
فلو كنتَ إذ أبكي ويبسم ثغره
تعجَّبت من مثلينِ دمعي وعقده
If when I wept and its lips smiled
You were amazed at my tears and its solemnity
وتاللهِ ما أبكى ويبسم ثغره
ولكنني أبكي لرَّقة خدّه
By God, I do not weep while its lips smile
But I weep for the softness of its cheek
فيا سارحاً فيه سوامَ لحاظهِ
حدارِ فخرصان القنا شوكُ ورده
O you who the horses of its vision roam
The roses' thorns are buttery and their flowers are meadows
وما يصنع الحيُّ الخفاجيُّ بالقنا
وقد طاعنوا صيد الكماةِ بقدِّه
What can the lively and agile do with spears
When they have wounded the prey of arrows with its points
لجفنيه حرب بين قلبي وصبره
مقيمٌ وسلم بين جفني وسهده
Between its eyes and my heart there is war and its patience a truce
There is peace between my eyes and its slumber
يخبّر عن إثم السلاف لثامه
وتشهد أطراف الأراك بشهده
Its scarf tells of the sins of those passed
And the ends of the litters testify with its testimony
أيا ساكني ظلِّ العقيق من الحمى
تحيَّةَ صبٍ حائمٍ دون وردهِ
O residents of the carnelian's shadow
The greeting of a morning without its roses
منحتم فؤادي إذا سألتم بغيه
فهلاّ سمحتم إذ منعتم برشده
You gave my heart what it desired when asked
Why then did you refuse when it was guided by virtue?
وما جزعي للبرق سلَّ حسامهُ
بنانُ الحيا حتى قتلتُ بحدِّه
And I do not despair that its lightning drew its sword
The lives of men until I was killed by its blade
وكنتُ إذا خلٌّ تنكّر ودَّه
نأيتُ وبعضُ النأي أبقى لودهِ
And I when the beloved was unfaithful to his affection
I avoided him though avoidance cannot cure the beloved
وما هجرَ الأوطان من وصل السّرى
إلى نائلِ الملكِ العزيزِ ورفده
And he who attained the company of the elite
To the lord of mighty kingdom and its aid did not abandon homelands