لَقَد بَرَحَت طَيرٌ وَلَستُ بِعائِفٍ
وَإِن هاجَ لي بَعضَ الغَرامِ بُروحُها
A bird has indeed flown off, though I am no reader of omens;
and though its departure stirred in me a measure of yearning.
أَرى هَذَياناً طالَ مِن كُلِّ أُمَّةٍ
يُضَمَّنُهُ إيجازُها وَشُروحُها
I see ravings, prolonged among every nation,
contained alike in its epitomes and its commentaries.
وَأَوصالَ جِسمٍ لِلتُرابِ مَآلُها
وَلَم يَدرِ دارٍ أَينَ تَذهَبُ رَوحُها
The members of a body have dust for their final end,
and no knower knows where its soul will go.
وَلا بُدَّ يَوماً مِن غَدوٍّ مُبَغَّضٍ
سَنَغدوهُ أَو مِن رَوحَةٍ سَنَروحُها
And one day there must be a loathed morning setting-out
that we shall make—or an evening journey we shall take.
وَلَو رَضيتُ دونَ النُفوسِ بِغَيرِها
لَحُطَّت بِعَفوٍ لا قِصاصَ جُروحُها
And if I were content with something else in place of souls,
their wounds would surely be remitted through pardon, not retaliation.
Sol 5.6