Claude 2

  1. لَو كانَ حَرُّ الوَجدِ يَعقب بعده

    بَردُ الوِصال غفرت ذاك لِذاكا

    If the agony of passion were followed

    By the coolness of union, I'd forgive the former for the latter

  2. لا بَل شُجيتُ بِمَن يَبيتُ مُسَلَّماً

    خالي الضُلوعِ وَلا يُحسُّ شجاكا

    But no! I'm tormented by one who sleeps content

    With ribs all vacant, and insensible of your torment

  3. إِن يُصبِحوا صاحين مِن خَمرِ الهَوى

    فَلَقَد سَقَوكَ مِنَ الغَرامِ دراكا

    If they awake sober from the wine of love

    You've been made to drink of passion a full draught

  4. يا لَيت شُغلك بِالأَسى أَعداهم

    أَو لا فَليت فَراغهم أَعداكا

    Oh would that your anguish had turned them to foes

    Or would that their ease had but turned you their foe!

  5. أَهوىً وَذُلاً في الهَوى وَطماعَة

    أَبَداً تَعالى اللَهَ ما أَشقاكا

    Abject yet proud in love, and greedy forever

    God forbid this affliction of yours!

  6. يا قَلب كَيف عَلِقتَ في أَشراكِهِم

    وَلَقَد عهدتُكَ تُفلِتُ الأَشراكا

    Oh heart, how you stuck in their toils,

    When I knew you as one who slips free of snares!

  7. أَكبيتَ حينَ تقصَّدتك سِهامهم

    قَد كُنتُ عَن أَمثالها أَنهاكا

    You showed strength when their arrows sought you out

    Once I'd have thought you impervious to the likes

  8. إِن ذُبتَ مِن كَمَدٍ فَقَد جَرَّ الهَوى

    هَذا السِقامُ عَليَّ من جرّاكا

    If you've wasted in yearning, then love has drawn

    This sickness over me, because of your draining away

  9. يا قَلب ليتك حيث لَم تَدعِ الهَوى

    علَّقتَ من بِهَواك مثل هَواكا

    Oh heart, if only you'd never left off from love

    You'd have hung, from one love, something like it!

  10. لا تشكوَنَّ إِليَّ وَجداً بَعدَها

    هَذا الَّذي جَرَّت عَلَيكَ يَداكا

    Do not complain to me, after them, of passion

    They whose hands have brought this upon you

  11. لأعاقبَنَّكَ بِالغَليلِ وَإِنَّني

    لَولاك لَم أَذُقِ الهَوى لَولاكا

    I'll punish you with estrangement! And yet

    Had you not been, I'd ne'er have tasted love

  12. يا عاذِلَ المُشتاقِ دَعهُ فَإِنَّهُ

    يَطوي عَلى الزَفَراتِ غير حشاكا

    Oh reproacher of the longing lover, leave him be

    He who folds away sobs other than yours

  13. لَو كانَ قلبك عِندَهُ ما لمتُهُ

    حاشاك مِمّا عِندَهُ حاشاكا

    If your heart were with him, you'd not blame him

    Far be you from what's in him! Far be you!