لِمَن الدار أَقفَرَت بِالمصلى
دَرس الغَيث رَسمَها فَاِضمَحَلّا
Whose dwelling lies desolate at al-Muṣallā?
The rain effaced its trace, and it faded away.
لا تَلُمني عَلى الوُقوف عَلَيها
لَيسَ لَوم المُحب في ذاكَ عَدلا
Do not blame me for lingering over it;
blaming a lover for that is not just.
وَمِن الجَهل إِن تَعنف مَجبو
لاً عَلى الحُب لَيسَ يقبل عَذلا
It is folly to rebuke one fashioned
for love: he will accept no reproach.
تِلكَ دار الأَحباب فَاِستَوقَفَ الرَكب
المجدين في ساعَةٍ تَتَملى
That is the beloveds’ dwelling—halt the caravan
as it speeds onward, for an hour to feast your eyes.
نَتَشاكى وَجداً وَنَسفح دَمعاً
وَنُناجي رُبعاً وَعَصراً تَوَلى
Let us share our laments of longing and shed tears,
and commune with an abandoned camp and an age gone by.
كَيفَ أَصبَحَت يا دِيار وَقَدرا
يلك الأُنس حينَ بانوا وَوَلى
How have you fared, O dwellings, now that
cheer has forsaken you, since they departed and it vanished?
وَكَأَنّ الدِيار إِذ فارَقوها
زَهرة مِن لَآليء الطَل عَطلي
It was as though the dwellings, when they left them, were
a flower stripped of the pearls of dew.
كانَ فيها بَدر إِذا ما تَجَلى
فَالمُحبون بَينَ صَرعى وَقَتلى
Among them was a full moon who, whenever he shone forth,
left the lovers lying—some stricken, some slain.
حَجبتهُ عَن ناظِري سَحب البي
ن وَفي القَلب وَالجَوانح حَلّا
He was veiled from my eyes by the clouds of
separation, yet he dwells in heart and breast.
عاطني يا نَديم كَأس الأَماني
عَلَّ هَمي بِذَلِكَ الكاس يَجلى
Pass me, cupmate, the cup of hopes;
perhaps with that cup my sorrow will be dispelled.
أَيُّها النازح الَّذي لَيسَ يَهوى
غَيرَهُ القَلب في البَرية خلّا
O far-off one, my heart loves no
other intimate in all creation.
كُلُّ يَوم أَقضي عَلَيك حذاراً
أَن يَرى مُبصر لِشَخصك ظِلا
Each day I spend fearful for you,
lest some watching eye glimpse even your shadow.
وَاِشتِياقي إِلَيك في البُعد مثل ال
قُرب نار بِها الجَوانح تُصلى
My longing for you in distance, as in
nearness, is a fire that scorches my breast.
Sol 5.6