اِسمَعي يا خُلَيدَ أَنتِ الخُلودُ
ما يَقولُ المُتَيَّمُ المَعمودُ
Listen, Khulayd—you are eternity—
Listen Khulayd, you are eternity
to what the love-enslaved, afflicted man says.
What the passionate worshipper says is right
إِن تَصُدّي عَنّي فَلَستُ بِراءٍ
وَجهَ نَومي حَتّى يَموتَ الصُدودُ
If you turn away from me, I shall not see
If you turn away from me, I am not innocent
the face of sleep until rejection dies.
My sleep is restless until barriers fall
لَو دَعاكِ الَّذي دَعاني مِنَ الشَو
قِ فُواقاً أَرَدتِ بي ما أُريدُ
If what summons me from longing summoned you
If who called me from passion called you
for a moment, you would want from me what I want.
I would want you to reciprocate as I wish
قَرِّبيني خُلَيدَ إِنّي وَدودٌ
وَحَقيقٌ بِالقُربِ مِنكِ الوَدودُ
Draw me close, Khulayd; I am loving,
Come close Khulayd, I am affectionate
and a loving man deserves nearness to you.
And rightfully intimate with you, o intimate one
لا تُمَنّي أَخاكِ في مِلَّةِ الحُب
بِ بِداءٍ دَواؤُهُ مَفقودُ
Do not afflict your brother in the creed of love
Do not wish for your brother in the path of love
with an illness whose cure is nowhere to be found.
An affliction whose cure is lost
لا أُعَفّي بِهِ وَلا أَعرِفُ العَي
شَ وَعِندي بَلِيَّةٌ لا تَبيدُ
I find no relief from it, nor do I know life,
I cannot bear it or know a life
while I bear an affliction that never perishes.
And I have an incessant affliction
يا بَلائي قَد طُلتَ حَتّى لَوَ اَنّي
مِن حَديدٍ لَذابَ ذاكَ الحَديدُ
O my affliction, you have lasted so long that, were I
Oh my affliction you have lasted until even if
made of iron, that iron would have melted.
I were iron, that iron would melt
كَم جَوى عَبرَةٍ وَزَفرَةِ عَينٍ
قَد تَضَمَّنتُها فَما أَستَزيدُ
How much anguish of tears and sighs of an eye
How much suppressed tears and sighs
have I held within; I ask for no more.
I have contained and still do not have enough
حَسبُ نَفسي مِن حُبِّها ما بِنَفسي
أَنا بالٍ وَالحُبُّ غَضٌّ جَديدُ
My soul has enough love for her in what it already bears.
It is enough for my soul what it has for her sake
I am worn out, while love is fresh and new.
I am in misery and love is renewed severity
لَم أُقَصِّر عَنِ الأَوانِسِ حَتّى
مَسَّني مِن عُبَيدَةَ التَسهيدُ
I did not hold back from young women until
I did not fail the virgins until
sleeplessness from ʿUbayda touched me.
I was touched by Ubaydah's coquetry
جَلَّ ما بي مِنها وَما جَلَّ نَيلٌ
عِندَها إِنَّها عَلَيها جُمودُ
Great is what I suffer from her, yet no great favor
Far from me is what I have of her and far is the attainment
is found with her; indeed, coldness lies upon her.
With her, indeed with her there is frigidity
أَيُّ شَيءٍ أَجَلُّ مِن أَنَّ قَلبي
لَيسَ يَصحو وَلا أَراها تَجودُ
What is graver than that my heart
What is more exalted than that my heart
never sobers, while I never see her give generously?
Does not awaken or see her generosity
قَيَّدَتني عَن كُلِّ أُنثى تَعَدّى
بِهَواها وَمِن هَواها قُيودُ
She has fettered me away from every woman; my heart overstepped
She has shackled me from every female whose
through love for her, and fetters come from love for her.
Passion transgresses, and her passion is my shackles
أَيُّها اللائِمي وَلَم آتِ بَأساً
يَشهَدُ اللَهُ وَالثَلاثُ الشُهودُ
O you who blame me, though I have done no harm—
O you who blame me, I have done no wrong
God bears witness, and the three witnesses.
God bears witness, and the three witnesses
قَد عَصاني قَلبي إِلى مَن عَصاهُ
فَاِستَفادَ الهَوى وَما يَستَفيدُ
My heart has disobeyed me for one who disobeyed it,
My heart has disobeyed me toward she who disobeyed it
and so gained passion, yet gains no benefit.
So passion has benefited while it does not benefit
قادَني لِلشَقاءِ جَهراً فُؤادي
وَفُؤادي فَعّالُ تِلكَ المُعيدُ
My heart has openly led me into misery,
My heart has openly led me to misery
and my heart is ever doing that, ever repeating it.
And my heart activates that repetition
وَيحَ نَفسي أَمِن دَلالِ فَتاةٍ
راحَ هَمّي وَخَفَّ عَنّي الهُجودُ
Alas for my soul! Is it from a girl's coquetry
Oh my soul, beware the flirtation of a girl
that my care has gone forth and slumber has grown scant for me?
My worries departed and rigidity eased from me
لا رَعى اللَهُ مَن يَلومُ مُحِبّاً
في هَواهُ وَلا سَقَتهُ الرُعودُ
May God not protect anyone who blames a lover
May God not tend to one who blames a lover
for his love, nor may the thunders give him water.
For his passion, nor quench him with rain
عِش بِأَخلافِها قَليلاً سَتَلقا
كَ بِأَخلافِها الصَفاةُ الصَلودُ
Live a little on her teats; soon you will be met
Live for a little while with her successors
at her teats by smooth, unyielding rock.
Her honest, frozen successors will meet you
هِيَ لا تَجتَدي مُحِبّاً وَلا تُج
دي عَليهِ فَفيمَ يَبكي الحَسودُ
She begs no gifts from a lover, nor bestows
She does not seduce a lover, nor is seduced
anything on him; then why does the envious man weep?
So why does the envious cry?
قَد تَبَرَّضتُها فَغَيرَ جَوادٍ
بِهَوانٍ يَأوي بِهِ مَجهودُ
I have sought a few drops from her, yet she is not generous
I have scorned her, for one humiliated is not generous
to a worn-out man who seeks refuge in abasement.
I wonder, are they all stingy
لَيتَ شِعري أَكُلُّهُنَّ بَخيلٌ
مِثلَ ما قَد يَكونُ أَم هُنَّ جودُ
Would that I knew: are all of them stingy
Or are some of them generous?
as might be the case, or are they generous?
But passion seizes men, though
بَل يَنالُ الهَوى رِجالٌ وَلَكِن
نامَ جَدّي وَلا تَنامُ الجُدودُ
Rather, men do attain love, but
My vigor slept and rigor does not sleep
my luck has fallen asleep, though fortunes do not sleep.
Perhaps I have called one proud with vanity
رُبَّما قَد دَعَوتُ بِاللَهوِ خَوداً
وَدَعَتني أَنفاسُها وَالجُلودُ
Many a time I have invited a tender young woman to dalliance,
And her breaths and smoothness called me
and her breaths and the skins have called to me.
That was when my access to them was pardoned
ذاكَ إِذ مَدخلي عَلَيهِنَّ عَفوٌ
وَنَعيمي دانٍ وَعَيشي خَريدُ
That was when my access to them came freely,
And my bliss was close, my life simple
and my bliss was near, and my life a bashful maiden.
Then my fortune changed toward the immoralities
ثُمَّ بُدِّلتُ صَفحَتي لِلغَواني
كُلُّ شَيءٍ إِلى بِلىً مَردودُ
Then my face was changed for the beautiful women;
Everything returns to decay
everything is returned to decay.
Sol 6.1