هَيَّجَ أَحزاني وَرَوعاتي
مَن كانَ يَسعى بِرِسالاتي
He stirred up my sorrows and my terrors—
the one who used to carry my messages.
أَبصَرتُهُ يَوماً فَساءَلتُهُ
عَنها وَكانَت تِلكَ عاداتي
One day I saw him and questioned him
about her, as was my wont.
فَجاءَ مِنهُ مَنظَرٌ هاجَ لي
بَلِيَّةً فَوقَ البَلِيّاتِ
Then from him came a look that roused in me
an affliction surpassing all afflictions.
إِنّي وَإِن أَظهَرتُ هِجرانَها
وَطالَ شَوقي وَصَباباتي
Indeed, though I openly show that I shun her,
while my longing and lovesick yearnings have lingered on,
وَأَصبَحَت في المِصرِ لي جارَةً
خَزراءَ لا تُؤتى وَلا تَأتي
and she has become my neighbor within the inviolable precinct,
sidelong-eyed, unapproachable and never herself approaching—
لَحافِظٌ ما كانَ مِن عَهدِها
أَصدُقُها في كُلِّ حالاتي
I surely preserve whatever bond there was with her,
and am true to her in every condition of mine.
Sol 5.6