أَما وَالَّذي يُحيي الوَرى وَيُميتُ
لَقَد نَعِمَت عَيني بِكُم وَشَقيتُ
Lo, by Him who gives life to humankind and causes death,
My eye has indeed delighted in you, yet I have been wretched.
بُليتُ بِهَجرٍ مِنكَ يا مَن أُحِبُّهُ
وَمِن خَصرِكَ البالي النَحيلِ بُليتُ
I have been afflicted by abandonment from you, O you whom I love,
And by your wasted, slender waist I have been afflicted.
تَصُدُّ وَتَجفوني بِغَيرِ جِنايَةٍ
فَلِم يا مُنى قَلبي الكَئيبِ جُفيتُ
You turn away and shun me though I have done no wrong;
So why, O desire of my sorrowful heart, have I been shunned?
ثَناني الهَوى عَن عاذِلي فَأَنا الَّذي
هَوى بي هَوانُ الوَجدِ حينَ هَويتُ
Love turned me away from my reproacher, and I am the one
Whom passion's humiliation cast down when I fell in love.
جَفاني حَبيبي بَل كَواني بِهَجرِهِ
فَفي كَبِدي بِالنارِ مِنهُ كُويتُ
My beloved shunned me—rather, seared me with his abandonment;
So in my liver I was seared by fire from him.
حَبيبٌ بَراني حُبُّهُ وَلَوَ اَنَّهُ
يَجودُ بِتَسليمٍ عَلَيَّ بَريتُ
A beloved—love for him has wasted me away; and if he
Were to grant me a greeting, I would recover.
خَبَت كُلُّ نارٍ غَيرَ ناري فَإِنَّني
بِها قَد عَدِمتُ الوَصلَ مِنهُ صَليتُ
Every fire has died down except mine, for I
Have burned in it, deprived of union with him.
دَنَت دَارُهُ مِنّي فَهاتيكَ دارُهُ
فَيا بُعدَها مِنّي إِذا أَنا جيتُ
His dwelling has drawn near me—there is his dwelling;
Yet how far it is from me when I come!
ذِئابُ الفَلا مِن دونِها وَأُسودُها
وَأَعيُنُ حُسّادٍ بِهِنَّ رُميتُ
Before it are the wolves of the wilderness and its lions,
And the eyes of enviers, with which I have been struck.
رُزيتُ بِنَومي في هَواهُ صَبابَةً
فَبِالنَومِ وَالطَيفِ المُلِمِّ رُزيتُ
Yearning in my love for him has robbed me of sleep;
So I am bereft of sleep and the visiting dream-vision.
زيارَةُ مَن أَهواهُ لا أَستَطيعُها
فَفي حُبِّهِ يا لِلرِجالِ شَقيتُ
I cannot visit the one I love;
So I have been wretched in loving him—O men, help!
سَباني غَزالٌ فاتِرُ الطَرفِ فاتِنٌ
وَلَولا الهَوى ما كُنتُ قَبلُ سُبيتُ
A bewitching gazelle of languid gaze has taken me captive;
And but for love, I would never before have been taken captive.
شَرِبتُ كؤسَ العِشقِ صِرفاً فَآهِ مِن
كُؤسٍ بِها مِمَّن هَويتُ سُقيتُ
I drank the cups of love unmixed—alas for
The cups I was made to drink by the one I loved!
صَبابَةُ قَلبي في الهَوى لَيسَ تَنقَضي
سَلوا اللَيلَ عَنّي كَيفَ فيهِ أَبيتُ
My heart's yearning in love does not end;
Ask the night about me—how I pass it.
ضُرِبتُ بِسَيفِ اللَحظِ مِمَّن أُحِبُّهُ
رَضيتُ بِقَتلي في هَواهُ رَضيتُ
I was struck by the sword of a glance from the one I love;
I consented to being slain for love of him—I consented.
طَرِبتُ لِتَغريدِ الحَمامِ ضُحَيَّةً
فَكُنتُ كَأَنّي بِالغِناءِ غَنيتُ
I was enraptured by the doves' cooing at midmorning,
So it was as though song had made me rich.
ظَلَلتُ كَأَنّي شارِبٌ بِنتَ كَرمَةٍ
بِها حينَ عوطيتُ الكُؤسَ رويتُ
I remained as though drinking the daughter of a vine;
With it, when the cups were handed to me, my thirst was quenched.
عَلى كُلِّ حالٍ لَستُ أَسلو عَنِ الَّذي
أَجَبتُ هَواهُ إِذ إِلَيهِ دُعيتُ
Whatever the case, I do not cease loving the one
Whose love I answered when I was called to him.
غَزالٌ رَبيبٌ غازَلَتني لِحاظُهُ
فَمَن مُنقِذي مِنهنَّ حينَ غُزيتُ
A hand-reared gazelle whose glances flirted with me—
So who can rescue me from them, now that I have been assailed?
فَلي أَنّةٌ مِن بَعدِهِ إِثرَ حنَّةٍ
فَإِن دامَ بي هَذا الغَرامُ نُعيتُ
So after his departure, I have a groan following a yearning moan;
If this passion persists in me, my death will be announced.
قِفا نَبكِ مِن ذِكرى الحَبيبِ فَإِنَّني
بِطولِ بُكائي في الدِيارِ عَنيتُ
Stop, you two; let us weep at the memory of the beloved, for I
Have suffered through my long weeping in the dwellings.
كَفى حَزَناً أَنّي أزيدُ صَبابَةً
إِذا أَنا بِالإِعراضِ عَنهُ نُهيتُ
It is sorrow enough that I grow in yearning
When I am admonished to turn away from him.
لَكَ اللَهُ يا حادي المَطِيِّ تَرَقُّفاً
بِها فَهيَ تُدني الوَصلَ وَهيَ تُفيتُ
God be with you, O camel-driver—be gentle
With them, for they bring union near and make it slip away.
مُنى النَفسَ أَن تَدنو الدِيارُ بِأَهلِها
فَمن بُرَحائي بِالسَلامِ مُنيتُ
The soul's desire is that the dwellings draw near with their people;
So, through my anguish, I was afflicted with a greeting.
نَأَت دارُهُم عَنّي فَأَغرَبتُ في البُكا
فَيا بُعدَها عَنّي إِذا أَنا جيتُ
Their dwelling grew distant from me, so I went to extremes in weeping;
Yet how far it is from me when I come!
هُمُ وَعَدوني بِالوِصالِ فَأَخلَفوا
فَمِنهُم بِنيرانِ الغَرامِ صَليتُ
They promised me union, then broke their word;
So because of them I burned in the fires of passion.
وُعودُهُم مَمطولَةٌ وَوَعيدُهُم
نُشِرتُ بِهِ في لَوعَتي وَطُويتُ
Their promises are deferred; as for their threat,
By it I was unfolded and folded up in my anguish.
لَئِن دامَ هَذا بي فَإِنّي لَمَيِّتٌ
وَما لي سِوى هَجرِ الحَبيبِ مُميتُ
If this persists in me, I shall surely be dead;
And nothing kills me but the beloved's abandonment.
يَهونُ عَلى مِثلي هَوانِيَ في هَوى
حَبيبٍ عَلَيهِ هُنيتُ حينَ هَويتُ
My humiliation is easy for one like me to bear in loving
A beloved to whom I was worthless when I fell in love.
Sol 6.1