أَطنَبتِ في اللَومِ فَلا تُكثِري
مَن مُنصِفي مِنكُم وَمَن مُعذِري
You have dwelt long on blame—do not go on.
You have excessively blamed me, so do not persist
Who among you will do me justice, and who will excuse me?
Who is fair to me among you all and who excuses me?
يا أَيُّها العُذّالُ ما حَلَّ بي
مِن نُصحِكُم يا رَبِّ لي فَاُنصُرِ
O you reproachers, what I have suffered
O blamer, what has befallen me
from your counsel! O Lord, come to my aid.
From your advice, oh Lord, give me victory
أَكثَرتِ لَومي وَتَناوَلتِني
تَبغينَ أَن أَتلَفَ فَاِستَغفِري
You have heaped blame on me and assailed me;
You have increased blaming me and assaulted me
you seek my ruin—so seek forgiveness.
You want me to perish, so seek forgiveness
ما جُرمُ مَن هامَ بِذي لَوعَةٍ
شَبيهَةٌ شَمسُ الضُحى الأَكبَرِ
What crime has one committed, madly in love with one full of burning longing,
What is the crime of one who is infatuated
like the sun at the height of morning?
With one having great torment
كَأَنَّما صورَتُها في الدُجى
قِنديلُ قِسّيسٍ عَلى مِنبَرِ
As though her form in the darkness
She is like the sun of brilliant morning
were a priest’s lamp upon a pulpit.
A priest's lantern on the pulpit
وَالريقُ مِنها إِن تَجَرَّعتُهُ
خِلتُ نَسيمَ المِسكَةِ الأَزفَرِ
And her saliva, if I sip it,
And her saliva, if I taste it
I would think it a breath of strong-scented musk.
I feel the breeze of sweetest basil
وَالوَجهُ مِنها حينَ أَبصَرتُهُ
يَكِلُّ عَنهُ الوَصفُ فَاِستَبصِرِ
And her face, when I beheld it—
And her face when I saw it
description falls short of it, so see for yourself.
Description falls short of it, so see clearly
وَلا تُعيدي أَبَداً لَومَ مَن
في قَلبِهِ كَالحَظِرِ الأَخضَرِ
And never again blame one
And never repeat the blame of one
whose heart holds something like green brushwood.
Who has a heart like a green barrier
Sol 6.1