يا رِياح الفَجر مِن نَحو الحِمى

هَجتِ لي لَما تَنسمتِ الطَرَب

O morning breezes blowing from the beloved's abode

You excited me when you blew gently

كُلَّما كَفكفت دَمعي اِنسَجَما

وَإِذا اِستنجدت بِالصَبر هَرَب

Whenever you dry my tears they flow again

And when I seek patience, it flees

قَد أَتَتني عَن حَبيبي بِخَبَر

وَأسرَّته لِقَلبي فَاِستَعر

News of my beloved came to me

And confided it to my heart, so it blazed

وَإِرتَمَت أَحشايَ مِنهُ بِالشَرَر

أَتَرى يُنصِفُني مِن ظُلما

And my insides caught fire from its embers

Will he do me justice for this oppression?

إِذ نَأى عَني وَمِن غَيري اِقتَرَب

وَبِنَفسي أَفتديهِ حكماً

When he shunned me and drew near to another

And I ransom him with my soul, as justice decrees

حُكم الأَشواق بي ثُمَّ اِحتَجَب

مَلَني العوّاد إِذ عَزَّ الدَوا

The ruling of passions upon me, then he veiled himself

The lover filled me when the medicine was scarce

وَإِذا بِتُ كَبدي نار الجَوى

مِن مُجيري مِن ظُلوم في الهَوى

And my liver caught the fire of anguish

Who will protect me from the wrongs of passion?

كُلَما أَبكي لَدَيهِ اِبتَسَما

وَإِذا يَوماً تَبسمت قطب

Whenever I weep before him, he smiles

And if one day I smile, he frowns

أَمر العَينين أَن تَبكي دَماً

وَرَمى بِالصَد قَلبي فَاِلتَهَب

And commands my eyes to cry blood

And casts coldness at my heart, so it flames

كُلَّما صَدَّ تَمادى الحُب بي

قُلت إِذ حارَبَني وَأَحربي

Whenever he spurns me, love intensifies in me

I said, as he fought against me and battled me

هَل لِهَذا آخر يابأَبي

أَيُّها الظَبي المذيبي سَقماً

“Does this have an end, O father?”

O gazelle, melting me into sickness

بَينَ سَقم الجسم وَاللَحظ نَسب

أَفلا تَرعى لِذاكَ الذِمما

Between bodily sickness and the sickness of glance, make a connection

Do you not have mercy for that obligation?

وَهُوَ في دين الهَوى أَقوى سَبب

يا دُجى الهَجر الَّذي أَحمى الوَهج

While in the religion of love it is the strongest cause

O darkness of estrangement that ignited the flame

أَتَرى لي فيكَ فَجر أَو فَرَج

لَو بَدا بَدري لَما اِحتَجت البَلج

Do you see for me in you a dawn or relief?

If my full moon appeared, I'd have no need for mirage

مِن عَذيري مِن حَبيب صَرما

بَعد ما واصَلَني فيهِ الوَصب

As justification from a master who impaired me

After he had joined me, in which harm manifested

جارَ هَذا الحُب لَما حَكَما

إِن قَلبي كُلَّما ذابَ أُحب

This love rules whenever my heart melts

How often I lead patience while patience is combustible

كَم أَقود الصَبر وَالصَبر حرون

كُل تَدبير مَع الحُب جُنون

Every strategy with love is madness

And patience with passion cannot be

وَاِصطِبار مَع شَوق لا يَكون

مَرَّ عَيشي في هَوى عَذب اللَمى

My life passed in the sweet torment of passion

And my livelihood from its impairment is perdition

وَحَلالي مِن تَجنيهِ العَطب

وَمَضى عُمريَ فيهِ عَدَما

And my life in it passed fruitlessly

Between confusion, tedium, and anger

بَينَ تيهٍ وَملال وَغَضَب

لي رَقيب مُنكر مَهما بَدا

I have a disapproving watcher, however he appears

And slanderers who will never tire

وَوشاة لَن يَملوا أَبَدا

وَغَيور لَيسَ يَخشى أَحَدا

And a jealous one who fears no one

And a blamer who rarely acts with decency

وَعَذول قلَّ أَن يَحتَشِما

لَم يَنَل مِن عَذلِهِ إِلّا التَعَب

He obtained from his blaming only fatigue

Whenever he accuses with blame, worry manifests

كُلَّما عَرَّض بِاللَوم هُما

عارض مِن دَمع عَيني وَاِنسَكَب

A stream of tears from my eyes pour forth

Alas, from the heat of passion and its bitterness

آه مِن حَرّ الجَوى وَأَكبَدا

قَد بَكاني رَحمَةً فيهِ العِدا

His blaming me never tires of accusation

All who blame a lover have sinned

وَعَذولي لا يَملّ الفَندا

كُلّ مَن لامَ مُحِباً أَثما

And when love prevails, it overcomes

How can I not love a moon when it appears radiant?

وَإِذا ماغولب الحُب غَلَب

كَيفَ لا أَهوى مَليحاً كُلَّما

When the branch inclines gracefully at its rising

His waist can be encircled by its knot

لاحَ لِلبَدر مَحياهُ غَرب

فَضح الغُصن اِنعِطافاً قَدهُ

His mouth burned my heart with its coolness

A pearl made flawless by stringing

خَصرُهُ يمكن مِنهُ عَقدهُ

ثَغرُهُ أَحرَق قَلبي بَردُهُ

Named cool though it is affection

From his coolness, my thirst only increases

لُؤلؤٌ أَحكمهُ مِن نَظَما

وَيُسَمى بَرداً وَهُوَ حَبب

It is honey, wine, and tenderness

One who tastes it will never awake

مِن بَردهُ ظامياً يَزدد ظَما

وَهُوَ شَهد وَرَحيق وَضَرب

And musk criticizes one who knows it

Does not the glances of his doe eyes make him cautious?

لايَفيق الدَهر مَن يَرشفُهُ

وَيَعيب المسك مَن يَعرِفُهُ

That he watches for that facial hair

My gaze embarrassed him, so he reddened

دونَهُ مِن لَحظِهِ مُرهفَهُ

أَفلا يَرهبهُ مِن عِلما

In the clarity of his cheek, water and flame

Do not ask how many my tears have poured

أَنَّهُ يَرصد ذياك الشَنَب

أَخجَلتُهُ نَظرَتي فَاِزدَحَما

I have exposed my secret, and about it I have spoken

I said, while passions for him have fled from me

في صَفا خَديهِ ماءٌ وَلَهب

لا تَسَل عَن أَدمُعي كَم سَفحت

"Be generous with me for what I suffer"

I have no comfort apart from nearness

فَضحت سري وَعَنهُ أَفصحت

قُلت وَالأَشواق بي قَد برّحت

He said to me, "But die immersed in love for me"

I said, "I ransom you with my soul, it is obligatory"

أَرثِ لي مِمّا أُقاسي كَرَما

لَيسَ لي فيما سِوى القُرب أَرب

Jealousy that has exceeded all bounds

And melted me for him like a pillar

قالَ لي بَل مُت معتي مُغرَما

قُلت أَفديك بِنَفسي قَد وَجَب

I do not fear the harm of his refusal

My anguish, if I die immersed in it, is the water

غيرة قَد جاوزت كُل مَدى

وَأَذابَتني عَلَيهِ كَمدا

Between grief, illness, and distress

That he loves another instead of me, what a disgrace

لَستُ أَخشى مِن تَجنيهِ الرَدى

جَزعي إِن مُت فيهِ الما

How ugly are suspicions from people of doubts

He knew my humiliation before him

بَين حُزن وَسقام وَكَرب

أَنَّهُ يَعشَقهُ غَيري وَما

Dignity before him became humiliation to me

I love him, even if I am disgraced before him

أَقبح الصَبوة مِن أَهل الرَيب

عَلَمتهُ ذلَتي بَينَ لَدَيهِ

His love taught me, if it composes

Every knot in passion is wondrous

عزة قَد هَونت ذلي لَدَيهِ

أَنا أَهواهُ وَإِن هِنت عَلَيه

Ah, who taught man what he did not know

Before he learned the art of etiquette?

حُبُهُ عَلَمَني إِن اِنظَما

كُل عَقد في الغَراميّ عَجَب

أَي وَمَن قَد علم الإِنسان ما

لَم يَك يَعلَمُ مِن فَنّ الأَدَب