رُبَّ جَنينٍ مِن جَنى النَميرِ
مُهَتّكِ الأَسرارِ وَالضَميرِ
Many an embryo from the fruit of sweet water,
Many an embryo was picked from the garden of flowers
Laying bare secrets and innermost thoughts,
With secrets and conscience torn asunder
سَللتُهُ مَن رَحِمِ الغَديرِ
كَأَنَّها صَفائِحُ البلّورِ
I drew from the womb of the pool.
I drew it from the womb of bounty
As though they were sheets of crystal,
As if it were translucent crystal
أَو قِطَعٌ مِن خالِصِ الكافورِ
لَو بَقِيَت سِلكاً عَلى الدُهورِ
Or pieces of pure camphor.
Or pieces of pure camphor
If they remained a strand through the ages,
Had it remained intact through the ages
لَعَطَّلَت قَلائِدَ النُحورِ
وَأَخجَلَت جَواهِرَ البُحورِ
They would make necklaces on throats needless,
It would have adorned necklaces
And put the jewels of the seas to shame,
And humbled the jewels of the seas
وَسُمِّيَت ضَرائِر الثُغورِ
يا حُسنَهُ في زَمَنِ الحرورِ
And be called the teeth's rival wives.
And been called the brooches of strongholds
Oh, how lovely it is in the season of scorching heat,
Oh its beauty in the time of ruin
إِذ قَيظُهُ مِثلُ حَشا المَهجورِ
يُهدي إِلى الأَكبادِ وَالصُدورِ
When its summer heat is like the heart of one forsaken!
When its torment is like the deserted wilderness
It brings to livers and breasts
It evokes in hearts and breasts
رُوحاً يُحاكي نَفثَةَ المَصدورِ
وَيَجلِبُ السُرورَ لِلمَقرورِ
A reviving breath like the sigh of one with an ailing chest,
A spirit that rivals the blowing wind
And brings joy to the chilled.
And brings happiness to the wretched
Sol 6.1