ما هَفْهَفَتْني نَسْمَةُ الرَّبيعِ
إِلاَّ أذابتْ في الهَوى جَميعي
The breeze of spring did not stir me,
Except that it melted my whole being in passion,
ولا سَمعْتُ سَحَراً رَنينَها
إِلاَّ وَرَنَّتْ بالثَرى دُموعي
Nor did I hear the warbling of its melody,
Except that my tears sang on the ground.
قالتْ سَمِعتَ واغْتَدَيْتَ لاهياً
عن هَفَفي وجِئْتَ بالوُلوعِ
It said, you heard and were happy distracted,
From my stirring, and came in transports of passion.
قُلْتُ لقد سَمعتُ منكِ وابْهجي
بِعَبدِ رِقٍّ سامعٍ مُطيعِ
I said, Indeed I heard you and was made joyous,
By a slave humble, listening, obedient.
قالتْ معَ الرُّكبانِ سِرْ لِحيِّ من
ولهْتَ في جَمالِهِ البَديعِ
It said, go with the throng and walk to the living one,
And you were distracted by his perfect beauty.
قُلْتُ انْتَحى الرُّكْبانُ سَيرَ طائرٍ
أينََ هُمُ من عاجزٍ ضَليعِ
I said, the throng travelled on the path of a bird,
Where are they to one weak and broken.
قالتْ أما من زَفْرَةٍ فيكَ سَرَتْ
منها فُنونُ الشَّوقِ بالضُّلوعِ
It said, is there not from a sigh within you,
Arts of passion flowing in your ribs.
قُلْتُ بَلى لكنَّها كامِنَةٌ
ضِمْنَ فُؤادٍ شَيِّقٍ وَجيعِ
I said, Yes, but it lies hidden,
In a heart ardent, restless and wounded.
يا نَسمةً جاءَتْ لنا من حَيِّهمْ
رَشيقَةً تَفْتُكُ بالهَلوعِ
O breeze, there came to us from their neighbourhood,
A fragrance that takes from the transports of passion.
بالله هلْ من خبرٍ نَرى به
شأناً لِوَصلِ حَبْلِنا القَطيعِ
By Allah, is there any news we see in it,
An affair binding our severed rope.
يا ريحُ رُبَّ كُرْبَةٍ أزالها
بارِؤُنا بالفَرَجِ السَّريعِ
O wind, dispel any distress,
Show us open relief.
خيلَمُ حبِّي بالطُّلولِ جَلْجَلَتْ
أينََ أنا من رُحْبِها الوَسيعِ
My crazed love galloped in the hills,
Where am I from its vast expanse.
أإنُّ إنْ حَيَّتْ لنا بِنَشرِها
مُطَوَّقاً كأنَّةِ المَلْسوعِ
Do they, if they stirred to life by its motion,
Encircle me as if clad imprisoned.
وأنْدُبُ الحَيَّ ودَمعي كَدَمي
ومُقْلَتي مَحْرومَةُ الهُجوعِ
I mourn the living and my tears are blood,
And my eyelids deprived of sleep.
أينََ الهُجوعُ من فَقيدٍ شَجنٍ
رَبِّ غَرامٍ قَلِقٍ صَريعِ
Where is sleep from a love-sick captive,
My Lord of loves disturbed and fevered.
مثلَ ضَليعِ الشَّاةِ والذِّئابُ قد
لَفَّتْ بها شَذَّتْ عن القَطيعِ
Like the wounded deer, while the wolves
Surrounded it, separated from the herd.
أخَذْتُ دِرْعي مُحْكَمَ الصَّبرَ بِهم
وأنَّهُ من أحْسَنِ الدُّروعِ
I took my armor, steadfastness its strength,
And it is the best armor.
وقد وَقَفْتُ عندَهُمْ بأنَّةٍ
طافَ جَميعُها على مَجْموعي
I stood before them with humility,
Circling all over my being.
مَيْتٌ كَحَيٍّ كالخَيالِ حاملاً
ثَوْبَ الحَياةِ وافرُ الخُشوعِ
Dead like the living, like an apparition bearing,
The raiment of life, humble in reverence.
قد شَمِلَتْني نَفْحَةُ الحُبِّ بهم
مثلَ شُمولِ الأصلِ للفُروعِ
The breeze of love encompassed me through them,
Like the including of branches to origin.
مَوْجوعُ قلبٍ وغَريبٌ نازِحٌ
من للغَريبِ النَّازحِ المَوْجوعِ
The sorrowing heart of an estranged wanderer,
Who should tend the sorrowing estranged wanderer.
أسْهَرُ فيهم جائعاً لأجْلِهمْ
ولَذَّ عندي سَهَري وَجوعي
I keep vigil for them hungry,
And my vigil and hunger are sweet to me.
كأنَّني إن لَمَعَتْ بُروقُهُمْ
مُسافرٌ حَنَّ إلى الرُّجوعِ
As if when their lightning flashes,
I am a traveller returning home.
وَقيعُ قلبي بِرحابِ عِزِّهمْ
يقولُ مُدُّوا الحَبْلَ للوَقيعِ
My heart cast into the expanse of their glory,
Saying, extend the rope to the falling one.
مالي وقد أوْهى الصُّدودُ جَلَدي
إِلاَّ عَريضُ هِمَّةِ الشَّفيعِ
What is mine when the chests spurned me,
Except the ambition of the interceder.
سِرُّ الوُجودِ المُنْتَقى من هاشمٍ
رَبُّ الجَلالِ القاهرِ المَريعِ
The secret of existence chosen from Hashim,
Lord of Majesty, Vanquisher, Observer.
مُعَلِّمُ الخَيرِ وفَيَّاضُ النَّدى
ومُسْبِلُ الذَّيْلِ على الجَميعِ
Teacher of good and pourer of dew,
And lowering garment upon all.
يا نَفْسُ لا تَرْضَيْ سِوى أعْتابِهِ
سوقَ صَلاحٍ فاشْتَري وَبيعي
O soul, do not consent except to their doorsteps,
A market of righteousness, buy and sell.
وكَلْكلي الأسْتارَ في رِحابِهِ
عندَ جَليلِ حِصْنهِ المَنيعِ
Shake my sleeve in their sanctuaries,
At the majestic fortress, inaccessible.
ناجي الإلهَ دائماً بِوَجْههِ
وبِشَريفِ جاههِ الرَّفيعِ
Pray to God always through him,
And through his noble, lofty rank,
صَلَّى عليهِ رَبُّهُ مَدى المَدى
في المَلاءِ المُحْتَرَمِ المَرفوعِ
May his Lord pray upon him the duration of eternity,
In the respected, elevated, raised station.
وصاحِبَيْهِ والإمامِ المُرْتَضى
والسَّاكِنينَ جَنَّةَ البَقيعِ
And his two companions and the chosen Imam,
And those who rest in Baqis garden.
