واصِلُ طَيفِ الحِبِّ كَالهاجِرِ
وَلا أُحِبُّ الزورَ مِن زائِرِ
I continue the specter of love like a migrant,
And I do not like the falsehood from a visitor.
بِخَفقَةِ الطائِرِ لا يَشتَفي
مَن في حَشاهُ خَفقَهُ الطائِرِ
With the flutter of a bird, one who has flutter in his bosom is not quenched,
O moon whose rise makes me hopeful,
يا قَمَراً مَطلَعُهُ مُطمِعي
في فَلَكٍ مِن فِكرِهِ دائِرِ
In an orbit from his thoughts revolving.
O eye! Rather a human with an eye appeared,
يا عَينُ بَل إِنسانَ عَينٍ بَدا
في أَسوَدَي قَلبِيَ وَالناظِرِ
In the blacks of my heart and the onlooker.
Hunting with aloofness my heart, so how wondrous was that hunting of a repulser!
تَصيدُ بِالإِعراضِ قَلبي فَما
أَعجَبَ ذاكَ الصَيدَ مِن نافِرِ
O specter of my tear has protected my watcher,
And my sighs have burnt my pride.
يا طَيفُ دَمعي قَد حَمى ناظِري
وَزَفرَتي قَد أَحرَقَت خاطِري
Apply with the flood of tears the paths of meeting,
You have passed from my heart on the rock.
طَبِّق بِسَيلِ الدَمعِ طُرقَ اللِقا
مَرَرتَ مِن قَلبي عَلى الحاجِرِ
So you are excused if your path today is not upon my watcher,
O neighbor of my heart who did not tend his right,
فَأَنتَ في عُذرٍ إِذا لَم تَكُن
طَريقُكَ اليَومَ عَلى ناظِري
And my warner from his oppressive neighbor.
O ruler in my mind, his heart rules,
يا جارَ قَلبي ما رَعى حَقَّهُ
واحَرَبي مِن جارِهِ الجائِرِ
With every permissible and wrongful rule.
He does not accept bribery in his rule,
يا حاكِماً في مُهجَتي قَلبُهُ
بِكُلِّ حُكمِ جائِزٍ جائِرِ
And does not care for the loss of the loser.
O Joseph of beauty, and in his prison,
لا يَقبَلُ الرِشوَةَ في حُكمِهِ
وَلا يُبالي غَبَنَ الخاسِرِ
His lovesick prisoner in shackles.
How many excusers if I die of love for him,
يا يوسُفَ الحُسنِ وَفي سِجنِهِ
أسيرُهُ المشغوفُ بالآسِرِ
And I have no excuser if I live.
You have pawned, O heart, so who is it
كم عاذِرٍ إن مِتُّ مِن حُبِّهِ
وَلَيسَ لي إِن عِشتُ مِن عاذِرِ
That collects the debt of the losing pawner?
O bankrupt placed in the prison of passion,
رُهِنتَ يا قَلبُ فَمَن ذا الَّذي
يَقبِضُ دَينَ الراهِنِ الخاسِرِ
And orphan in the hand of the usurper.
And the usurper of the pawn, so what is my ploy
يا مُفلِساً أُودِعَ سِجنَ الهَوى
وَيا يَتيماً في يَدِ الحاجِرِ
When the word is the word of the treacherous usurper?
No blame in the rule upon a ruler,
وَمُتلِفِ الرَهنِ فَما حيلَتي
وَالقَولُ قَولُ المُتلِفِ الغادِرِ
And the origin of the rule is upon the apparent.
And I have nothing of me but the greatest,
لا لَومَ في الحُكمِ عَلى حاكِمٍ
وَالأَصلُ في الحُكمِ عَلى الظاهِرِ
And my companions are in your traveling caravan.
From the delirium of the drinker I have attained,
وَما مَعي مِنّي سِوى أَعظُمٍ
وَسائِري في رِكبِكَ السائِرِ
What the sober missed from the step of the presser.
My torturer is like wine in its taking,
مِن هامَةِ الشارِبِ قَد أَدرَكَت
ما وَتَرَت مِن قَدَمِ العاصِرِ
My heart with what flows from the watcher.
مُعَذِّبي كَالخَمرِ في أَخذِهِ
قَلبي بِما يُجري مِنَ الناظِرِ
