هَذا عَذابٌ لا يُفَتَّرْ

بِأَقَلِّهِ قَلبي تَفَطَّرْ

This is a torment with no respite

At the slightest my heart is shattered

أَفَلا يُفَكِّرُ في المُحِب

بِ وَما دَهاهُ ألا يُفَكَّرْ

Does not the lover contemplate

What has befallen him and not contemplate

ما كانَ يَحذَرُ نالَهُ

مِنكُم وَما لا كانَ يَحذَر

What he feared has come upon him

From you though he did not fear it before

أَفَلا يُرى في جَنَّةٍ

لِلوَصلِ ذا المَحروبُ يُجبَر

Is he not to be found in a paradise

For the union though aggrieved to be consoled

قَذَفوهُ في نِسيانِهِم

حَتّى وَلا بِالسوءِ يُذكَر

They cast him into their forgetfulness

That he is not even mentioned in disdain

بِأَبي هِلالٌ مَن رَآ

هُ أَفادَ أَجراً حينَ كَبَّر

By my father Hilal, he who saw him

Gained reward when he magnified

كَم صامَ قَلبٌ عَن ذُنو

بٍ ثُمَّ لاحَ لَهُ فَأَفطَر

How many a heart fasted from sins

Then for it dawned and so it broke fast

يا وَيحَ سائِلِهِ الَّذي

يا لَيتَهُ لَو كانَ يُنهَر

Oh woe to his questioner whom

Oh would that he be made to flow away

يا مُنظِري بِوُعودِهِ

أَتَظُنُّني بِالحَتفِ أُنظَر

Oh you who make me hope with your promises

Do you think me with misfortune to be content

عَجِّلْ فَلي أَجَلٌ وَأَن

تَ بِهِ تَجيءُ وَما يُؤَخَّر

Hasten for I have a term and you

Will come with it though not made late

لي فيكَ غَرسٌ لَيتَهُ

مِن قَبلِ قَطفِيَ كانَ أَثمَر

For me in you is a planting would that

Before my plucking it had borne fruit

اللَيلُ يَعلَمُ أَنَّني

في اللَيلِ لِلأَقمارِ أَسهَر

The night knows that I

In the night for the moons do stay up

هَذا المُسامِرُ مِن نُجو

مِ اللَيلِ سارٍ أَم مُسَمَّر

Is this nail from the glint of night

Passing or is it hammered in fixed

أَنِسَت بِهِ عَينٌ تُشَب

بِهُهُ بِسِربِ مَهاً مُنَفَّر

A eye was delighted with it resembling

With a herd of gazelles scattered about

وَتَكاثَرَت أَعدادُهُ

وَنُجومُ دَمعي مِنهُ أَكثَر

And increased were its numbers

While the stars of my tears from it are more

مُتَعَثِّراً في غَربِهِ

وَالدَمعُ فيهِ ما تَعَثَّر

Stumbling in its setting

And the tear in it stumbled over

لَيتَ الصَباحَ عَلى المَشا

رِقِ قَد تَهَجَّمَ أَو تَسَوَّر

Would that the dawn in the horizons

Had frowned or crept in

قُم يا حَمامُ عَسى إِذا

غَرَّدَت لِلأَشجارِ تُسحِر

Arise oh dove perhaps if

You cooed to the trees you would bewitch

لِثُغورِ زُهرٍ أَومَضَت

وَخُدودِ وَردٍ قَد تَخَفَّر

The lips of blossoms that shined

And cheeks of roses that blushed

لَطُفَ النَسيمُ فَحلَّ مِن

أَكمامِهِ ما قَد تَزَرَّر

The gentle breeze so it loosened

From its sleeves what had been pinned

النَهرُ مَزهُوٌّ جَلا

هُ الزَهرُ كَالسَيفِ المُجَوهَر

The river is elated

Its flowers like a jewel-studded sword