لله طرف الغداة قد همعا
وحملته الليالي فوقَ ما وسعا
Ah, what an eye—at daybreak it streamed with tears!
The nights burdened it beyond all it could bear,
بين السّهاد وبين الدمع مقتسم
فيكم فما جفَّ من شوقٍ ولا هجعا
Divided between sleeplessness and weeping;
For you, it neither dried of longing nor slept.
يخادع الشوق طرفي عن مدامعه
إن الكريم إذا خادعته انْخدعا
Longing tries to beguile my eye away from its tears;
The noble-hearted, when beguiled, lets himself be beguiled.
ويقتضي الهمّ تسهادِي فيا حرباً
من قاتلين على إنسانيَ اجتمعا
Grief exacts my sleepless vigil as its due—ah, what a war,
Waged by two slayers united against my eye’s pupil!
سحقاً ليوم النوى ماذا رمى بصري
حتَّى اسْتهلَّ وماذا بالحشا صنعا
Accursed be the day of parting! What did it hurl at my sight,
Till it streamed with tears—and what did it wreak within my breast?
وقائلٌ ما الذي أبكاكَ قلت له
شخصٌ رمى بالنوى طرفي فقد دمعا
To one who asked, “What was it that made you weep?” I said:
“A figure assailed my eye with separation, and so it wept.”
Sol 5.6