عندي فؤادٌ يكادُ الشوقُ ينزعُه
وليس يَدْري بما تُخْفيه أضلُعُهُ
I have a heart that longing nearly wrests away,
yet it does not know what its ribs conceal.
يظلّ ظمآنَ مطوياً على حُرَقِ
إن باتَ يُبصِرُ ماءً وهو يمنعُهُ
It remains thirsty, folded around burning anguish,
though all night it gazes on water that denies itself to it.
ما شئت يا ليلُ فامدُدْ من دجاكَ فقد
لاحتْ تباشيرُ صُبْحٍ حان مطلعُهُ
Do as you will, O night, and draw out your darkness—for already
the heralds of a dawn have gleamed, and its rising is near.
يا أيها البدرُ كم يرعاكَ ذو سهَرٍ
ما زلتَ بالبعدِ في قربٍ تُروّعَهُ
O full moon, how many a sleepless watcher keeps vigil over you!
Distant even in nearness, you never cease to dismay him.
لله درُّكَ كم يدعوكَ ذو كلَفٍ
بانٍ تُجيبُ دعاهُ حين يَسمَعُهُ
How wondrous your worth! How many a passion-stricken lover calls on you—
one parted from you; you answer his plea when he hears it.
بينا يَرى قدرَهُ نَزْراً فيؤنِسُه
حتى يرى وُدَّهُ جمّاً فيُطْمِعهُ
While he sees his allotted share as scant, it comforts him,
until he sees affection toward him overflowing, and it makes him hope for more.
فهل سبيلٌ على حِفظِ الزّمانِ لهُ
الى المُثولِ بنادٍ منكَ يرفَعُهُ
Is there, then, some way for Time to preserve him
until he appears in an assembly of yours that will exalt him?
Sol 5.6