أَسلَموني لِسُهادي
وَسقامي وَاِنفِرادي
They left me to my insomnia,
My illness and my solitude.
أَبَداً يَنقُص صَبري
وَاِشتِياقي في اِزدياد
My patience never diminishes,
While my longing ever increases.
أَتَرى بِذِكري مَن
كُنت أَصفيهم وِدادي
Do you think, in remembering me,
Those I described with affection,
مِن لَقَلب باتَ يُصلى
جَمر شَوق وَبُعاد
Whose heart now prays
The embers of longing and distance,
عَن لي يَرق كَليل
دونَهُ بيض غَواد
Like a sick person who turns
Beneath his white cover,
مثل نار قَد بَدَت
لِلعَين مِن تَحت رَماد
Like a fire that has appeared
To the eye from beneath ashes,
قَدح النار بِأَحشا
ئي مِن غَير زِناد
The fire ignited my desires
Without flint.
أَذكُر القَلب زَماناً
قَد مَضى حُلو المبادي
I remember a heart from times
Past, sweet are the memories.
في دِمَشق جادَها جُو
د دُموعي وَالعهاد
In Damascus, its generosity overflowed,
My tears and devotion.
فَهُوَ ما بَينَ حَنين
وَخُفوق وَاِتِقاد
It is between yearning,
Fluttering, and burning.
كَم لَيال قَد قَطَعنا
ها بِأُنس وَاِتِحاد
How many nights we spent
In intimacy and unity,
بَينَ خلّان وَنَدما
ن وَعيدان وَشادي
Between vines, pomegranates, lentisks,
`Idan and Shadi.
وَمَدام مثل بَرد السَماء
في أَحشاءِ صادي
And wine like the coolness of the sky
In the bosom of the barrren valley,
فَوقَ ديباج مِن الرَو
ض المُنَدى وَسَطوادي
Above a carpet of flowers
Among the cushions.
فيهِ لِلأَنهار تَصفيق
كَتَصفيق الأَيادي
In it, the rivers clap
Like the clapping of hands,
وَبِهِ لِلطَير تَرجيع
كَصَوت مُستَعاد
And in it, the birds trill
Like a familiar voice.
وَمَليح غَير مَأمو
ن عَلى نسك العِباد
Beautiful, not blemished
By monastic ritual.
سَلبت عَيناهُ مني
ثَوب نُسكي وَسَدادي
His eyes stole from me
The robe of my devotion and calm.
سَرَقت بِالسحر وَالغَن
ج رَقادي وَفُؤادي
Magic and melody stole
My sleep and my heart.
خانَتي مِن بَعدِهِ صَب
ري كَما خانَ رُقادي
After him, my patience betrayed me
As my sleep betrayed me.
فَرَثى لي كُل مَن يَأ
لفني حَتّى سُهادي
Everyone who knows me eulogized me,
Even my enemies.
وَبَكى لي كُل مَن يب
صرَني حَتّى الأَعادي
And everyone who sees me wept for me,
Even those who hate me.
