فَضَحْتَ جِيدَ الغَزَالِ بالجَيَدِ
وَفُقْتَهُ بِالدَّلالِ وَالغَيَدِ
You outshone the gazelle's neck with your neck,
And surpassed it in allure and bending grace.
وَكُنْتَ أَوْلَى مِنَ الغُصُونِ بِما
يُعْزَى لأَعْطافِها مِنَ المَيَدِ
You had more right than the boughs to be consoled
For what is wished from their supple shapes.
لَسْتُ أُطِيعُ العَذُولَ فِيكَ عَلَى
غَيٍّ لَدَيْهِ وَلاَ عَلَى رَشَدِ
I do not obey the censurers regarding you,
Whether led astray or rightly guided.
لاَ أَنْتَ مِمَّنْ يَدِي على كَبدٍ
أتلفها بل يَدِي عَلى كَبِدي
You are not one whose hand I ruin my liver with,
Rather my hand ruins my own chest.
يا سَاقِياً مُهْجَتِي كُؤُوسَ هَوىً
وَسائِقاً مُقْلَتِي إِلى السَّهَدِ
O you who intoxicated my passion with love’s cups
And drove my glance to wakefulness.
وَمُودِعِي صَبْوَةً أَوَائِلُهَا
يُقَصِّرُ عَنْهَا أَواخِرُ العَدَدِ
And left me a love whose beginnings
Outstrip whatever ends can be counted.
عِنْدِي مِنَ الوَجْدِ ما بِهِ أَجَلِي
يَفْنَى وَلَمْ أُبْدِهِ إِلى أَحَدِ
I have such passion in me that, were it revealed,
Would vanish, and I have shown it to no one.
قَدْ نَضَجَتْ مُهْجَتِي هَوىً فَإِذَا
قَالتْ قِدْ للغَرامِ قالَ قِدِي
My passion has ripened into love, so when
It says “Enough!,” my reason says “Enough!”
وَجَدْتُ مِنْكَ القَلى بِلاَ طَلَبٍ
فَكَمْ طَلَبْتُ اللّقا فَلَمْ أَجِدِ
I obtained remoteness from you without asking,
How often I sought closeness and did not find.
أَوَّلُ عَهْدِي بِالحُبِّ فِيكَ غَدَا
آخِرَ عَهْدِي بالصَّبْرِ والجَلَدِ
My first love pact with you turned
My last pact with patience and restraint.
يا شَعْرَهُ قَدْ أَعَنْتَ لَيْليَ في ال
طَولِ على نَاظِريَّ فاتَّئِدِ
O your hair that has helped my night become lengthy
To my onlooker, so wrap yourself up.
وَأَنْتَ يا خَدَّهُ نُسِبْتَ إِلى ال
رّقّة إِلَّا عَلى أَخي الكَمَدِ
And you, o cheek, are attributed to softness
Except toward my unfeeling brother.
وَأَنْتَ يا طَرْفَهُ السَّقيمَ أَما
تَرْحَمُ مَا قَدْ حَكَاكَ مِنْ جَسَدِي
And you, o sickly eyelid, will you not pity
What has chafed you from my body?
يَميلُ قَلْبي لِرَشْفِ رِيقَتِهِ
مِنْ أَيْنَ لِلنَّارِ نِسْبَةُ البَرَدِ
My heart inclines to sipping his saliva—
How can fire claim any lineage to cold?
هَلْ لِقَتيلِ الخُدُودِ مِنْ دِيَةٍ
أَو لِطَعينِ القُدُودِ مِنْ قَوَدِ
Is there any blood-money for the slain of cheeks?
Or any firewood for the burnt of brandings?
يا مَنْ لِحظِّي مَا رَاحَ مُنْعَكِساً
إِلَّا بِهَجْرٍ فِي الحُبِّ مُطَّرِدِ
O you whose glance did not return to me
Except with estrangement, constantly fleeing.
تَاللِه يا لَيْلِيَ الطَّوِيلَ لَقَدْ
قَصَّرْتَ فَلَمْ يَعُدْ يُفِدِ
By God, o my lengthy night, you have
Grown short and can no longer avail.
حَسْبي وَحَسْبُ الهَوَى وَحَسْبُكَ مَا
يَفْعَلُه الهَجْرُ بِي فَلَا تَزِدِ
It suffices me and love and you what
Estrangement does to me, so do not increase.
يَا نَاسِياً عَهْدِي القَدِيمَ وَمَا
غَيْرُ هَواهُ يَمرُّ في خلدِي
O you who forgets my old love-pact
And what other than his love passes in my soul.
أَيْنَ اللَّيالي وَأَنْتَ عِنْديَ قَدْ
حَواكَ طَرْفي وأَنْتَ طَوْعُ يَدِي
Where are the nights while you were with me,
When my gaze enveloped you and you were at my hand,
حَيْثُ أُنادِي وَأَنْتَ مُبْتَسِمٌ
يا عَيْنُ رُودِي وَيَا شِفَاهُ رِدِي
When I would call you and you were smiling—
O eye of my return and o lips of my restoration!
وَاليَوْمَ لي أَدْمُعٌ تُسَرِّبُ في ال
خَدِّ كَوَرَقٍ في كَفِّ مُنْتَقِدِ
Today I have tears that seep in my cheek
Like leaves in the palm of a critic.
لَقَدْ نَوَى العَاذِلُ المُسيءُ بِنا
بِظاهِرِ النُّصْحِ وبَاطِنِ الحَسَدِ
The censurer, the evildoer, has intended for us
Outward advice and inward malice.
