مولايَ عبدُك يشتكي
ضعفاً يضاعِفُهُ بِعادُكْ
My lord, your servant complains
of a weakness your absence only deepens.
وودادُه لك ما علم
تَ فلَمْ يناقِضُهُ ودادُكْ
His love for you, as you know it,
will never be at odds with your love.
ولقد يظنّ فؤادُه
أشياءَ أضمرَها فؤادُكْ
And indeed, his heart suspects
things that your heart has kept concealed.
فبحقّ من جعلَ العُلا
سوطاً تحُثّ به جيادُكْ
So, by Him who made high glory
a whip with which you spur your steeds,
ورآكَ معدومَ النظي
رِ يَبينُ بالفضلِ انفرادُك
and saw you utterly without peer,
your uniqueness made manifest by excellence—
انظُرْ إليه فلم يكنْ
ذهباً يُبهرِجُه انتقادُك
look upon him: he has never been
gold your assay could expose as counterfeit.
هو روضةٌ حاشاكَ أنْ
تذوي وساقِيها عِهادُك
He is a garden—far be it from you
to let it wither, when your returning rains are its waterer—
ومُرادُ شكرٍ لم يزلْ
يجري بما يهوى مُرادُك
and an intent of gratitude that has never ceased
to flow wherever your purpose desires.
ويَريبه الإخلالُ من
كَ وإنما الإخلالُ عادُكْ
A broken promise from you fills him with doubt;
yet promise-breaking has only paid you a visit.
مهلاً أبا الحسَنِ الذي
لم يكْبُ في كرَمٍ جوادُكْ
Gently, Abu al-Hasan—you whose steed
has never stumbled in the course of generosity.
قل لي أطَرْدُك لي بذا ال
إعراضِ عنّي أمْ طِرادُك
Tell me: is your driving me away through this
aversion from me, or merely your playful chase?
أم صحّ ما قال الوُشا
ةُ بما استرابَ به اعتِقادُك
Or have the tale-bearers’ words proved true—
some charge for which your judgment suspects me?
إن كان ذاك فأنْجَدَ ال
أعداءَ في قتلي نِجادُك
If so, then your sword-belt has helped
my enemies to kill me.
وتنكّرَتْ في مقلتيّ
وأنت في سعدٍ بلادُكْ
You have grown strange in my eyes,
while you prosper in your lands—
في حيثُ لا يُروي سحا
بُكَ لي ولا يُوري زِنادُك
there, where your cloud gives no water
to me, and your firesteel kindles no spark.
Sol 5.6