دَعهُ فَقَد جَذَبَ الهَوى بِعِنانِهِ
وَشُؤونُهُ هَتَكَت سَريرَةَ شانِهِ
Leave him be, for love has tugged at his rein,
Leave him be, for desire has pulled his reins,
And his tear ducts have laid bare the secret of his plight.
And his affairs have violated the secret of his glory.
إِنَّ اِنتِهاكَ السِرِّ في حُكمِ الهَوى
حُلوٌ فَسِر بِالسِرِّ عَن كِتمانِهِ
Indeed, under love's rule, the disclosure of a secret
To divulge a secret is sweet when in love's grip,
Is sweet; so carry the secret out of hiding.
So reveal your secret and cease concealing it.
هَيهاتَ أَن تَخفى صَبابَةُ عاشِقٍ
وَجُنونُهُ مُستَحكِمٌ بِجنانِهِ
Impossible that a lover's longing should remain hidden,
Alas, the ardour of a lover cannot be hidden,
While his madness holds firm sway within his heart.
Nor his madness as it rules his mind.
وَمُمَنطَقٍ عِندَ اِرتِجاجَةِ رِدفِهِ
يَخشى اِنخِزالَ الخَصرِ في هَيمانِهِ
And a girdled one, when his haunches quiver,
When his hips sway, the girthed one fears
Fears his waist will snap in his lovesick wandering.
The belt around his waist may slide and slip.
هاروتُ بابِلَ كامِنٌ في طَرفِهِ
مُتَعَلِّمٌ لِلسِّحرِ مِن إِنسانِهِ
Harut of Babylon lies hidden in his eye,
Harut of Babylon hides in his glance,
Learning magic from its pupil.
Learning magic from this human's being.
وَكَأَنَّما ماروتُ يَعشَقُ لَفظَهُ
فَيَرى بَديعَ السِّحرِ نَفثَ لِسانِهِ
And it is as though Marut adores his speech,
It's as if Marut were enamoured of his words,
So he sees his tongue's breath as wondrous magic.
Seeing the splendid magic of his tongue's breath.
يَبدو بِصورَةِ يوسُفٍ يَتلو الهَوى
آياتِ سورَةِ يوسُفٍ بِبَيانِهِ
He appears in Joseph's likeness; love recites
He appears with Yusuf's beauty reciting
The verses of the surah of Joseph through his eloquence.
The surah of Yusuf with eloquent explanation.
مَن مُنصِفي مِن شادِنٍ أَحوى مُعَر
بِدِ لَحظِهِ نَشوانِهِ وَسِنانِهِ
Who will grant me justice against a dusky fawn, whose riotous
What fair one with swaying grace captivated me
Glance is drunken and drowsy?
With the glances and brilliance of his eyes?
يَجلو الرَبيعُ بِكُلِّ فَصلٍ حُسنَهُ
فَالرَوضُ يَخجَلُ مِنهُ في نَيسانِهِ
Spring reveals his beauty in every season,
Spring adorns itself in finery every season,
So the garden blushes before him in its April.
Yet the garden blushes before him in April's bloom.
غَضٌّ جَنِيُّ الوَردِ في وَجناتِهِ
يُزري بِلَونِ الوَردِ في أَغصانِهِ
Fresh is the rose-harvest on his cheeks,
He is rose-cheeked, pink as the rose's hue
Putting the color of roses on their branches to shame.
On branches in the rose gardens.
قَمَرٌ وَلَكِن صَدُّهُ لَم يُبقِ لي
رَمَقاً يُعيدُ الحُسنَ في إِحسانِهِ
He is a moon, but his rejection has left me
A moon, but his rejection left me no remnants
No spark of life for beauty to revive through his kindness.
To restore his kindness' beauty.
مُتَأَوِّدٌ كَالرُمحِ فِعلُ قَوامِهِ
مُتَثَنِّياً أَضعاف فِعلِ سِنانِهِ
He sways like a spear; the effect of his figure,
Affectionate as a spear upright in its stance,
As he bends, is many times the effect of its point.
Doubly bending like the blade of his spear.
مِن وَجهِهِ تُجنى ثِمارُ الحُسنِ يا
نِعَةً بِما نَهواهُ مِن بُستانِهِ
From his face the fruits of beauty are gathered, ripe
From his face goodness' fruits are plucked, gracing us
With what we desire from his garden.
With the bounty of his garden's ban.
يَهتَزُّ كَالرُمحِ المُثَقَّفِ قَدُّهُ
سَفَكَ الدِّماءَ بِضَربِهِ وَطِعانِهِ
His stature quivers like a straightened spear;
His height sways like a blood-stained spear's
It has shed blood with its blows and thrusts.
Having spilled blood with its strikes and stabs.
لَو كانَ موسى جاءَ فِرعَوناً بِعَق
رَبِ صُدغِهِ أَغنَتهُ عَن ثُعبانِهِ
Had Moses come to Pharaoh with the scorpion
If Moses had brought Pharoah a hair
Of his temple-curl, it would have left him no need of his serpent.
From his mole, it would have spared his serpent.
Sol 6.1