أَنْسَاكُمُ إنْ كُنتُ أَنْسَاكُمْ ومَا
حَلَفَتْ بِمثلِ يَمِينىَّ العُشَّاقُ
May I forget you—if ever I forget you! Never
have lovers sworn an oath the like of mine.
رَقَّ النَّسِيمُ لِمَا شَكَوْتُ وَباتَ مُحْ
تَرِقاً عليَّ البَارِقُ الخَفَّاقُ
The breeze grew tender when I lamented, while
the flickering lightning spent the night burning for me.
طَيّبتُم الدُّنيا ثَنَاءً عَاطِراً
لِلمِسْكِ مِن نَفَحاتهِ استِنْشاقُ
You perfumed the world with fragrant praise;
even musk breathes in its wafted scents.
وَمَلأتُمُ صُحُفَ الزَّمانِ مَحَامِداً
وَعَنِ الصَّحَائفِ يُسْأَلُ الَورَّاقُ
You filled the chronicles of time with praises,
and of those pages the copyist—al-Warrāq—is asked.
Sol 5.6