كَم يَهتِكُ الدَمعُ سِرّاً كُنتُ أَستُرُهُ
وَيُمحِلُ الجَفنُ خَدّاً باتَ يُمطِرُهُ
How often tears expose a secret I had kept concealed,
while the eyelid lays waste to a cheek it spent the night raining upon.
يا مَن تَبَسَّمَ عَن دُرٍّ يُنَظِّمُه
ثَغراً عَلى أَنَّهُ بِاللَفظِ يَنثُرُهُ
O you whose smile reveals pearls you have strung
into a mouth—though through speech you scatter them.
عُنقودُ صُدغِكَ رَجعُ اللَحظِ يَعصِرُهُ
خَمراً بِريقِكَ شَمسُ الخَدِّ تَهصِرُهُ
The returning glance presses the grape-cluster of your temple-lock
into wine with your saliva; the sun of your cheek crushes it.
ما كانَ أَقرَب قَلبَ الصَبِّ مِن كَلَفٍ
لَو لَم يَكُن طَرفُكَ السَحّارُ يَسحَرُهُ
How close the yearning lover’s heart would have come to consuming passion,
had your sorcerous glance not bewitched it.
إِذا تَقاضى ومن يَهوى إِلى حَكَمٍ
فالدَمعُ شاهِدُهُ وَالخَدُّ مَحضَرُه
When he and the one he loves plead their case before a judge,
his tears are his witness, and his cheek the court record.
أَلقى عَلى النَهَرِ الجاري لَهُ شَبَكاً
يُصطادُ فيهِ مِنَ النُوّارِ جَوهَرُهُ
He casts a net across the river that flows for him,
catching in it, from among the blossoms, its jewel.
Sol 5.6