علِّليني يا عَبدَ أَنتِ الشِفاءُ
وَاِترُكي مايَقولُ لي الأَعداءُ
Console me, O ʿAbd; you are the cure.
Justify me, O servant, you are my remedy
And disregard what my enemies say to me.
And leave what the enemies say to me
كُلُّ حَيٍّ يُقالُ فيهِ وَذو الحِل
مِ مُريحٌ وَلِلسَفيهِ الشَقاءُ
Every living person is spoken of; the person of
Every living being is talked about, and the one with a mole
forbearance is at ease, while the fool has misery.
Is relaxed while misery is for the foolish
لَيسَ مِنّا مَن لا يُعابُ فَأَغضي
رُبَّ زارٍ بادٍ عَلَيهِ الزَراءُ
None of us goes uncriticized, so overlook it.
He is not one of us who cannot be blamed, so turn a blind eye
Many a faultfinder bears plainly visible disgrace.
Many a visitor who is blown upon, the barrenness falls upon him
أَنا مَن قَد عَلِمتِ لا أَنقُضُ العَه
دَ وَلا تَستَخِفُّني الأَهواءُ
I am the one you know: I do not break my
I am one who you know does not violate the promise
pledge, nor do passions carry me away.
And the passions do not take me lightly
وَعَجيبٌ نَكثُ الكَريمِ وَلِلنَفسِ
مَعادٌ وَلِلحَياةِ اِنقِضاءُ
Strange is a noble person's breach of faith; the soul has
And it is strange, the generosity of the noble breaks and the self
a return, and life an end.
Has a return while life ends
فَاِذكُري حَلفَتي أَقارِفُ أُخرى
يَومَ زَكّى تِلكَ اليَمينَ البُكاءُ
So remember my oath about consorting with another,
So remember my oath, I will commit again
on the day when weeping affirmed that oath.
The day my right hand was purified by tears
يَومَ لا تَحسَبي يَميني خِلاباً
بِيَميني تُوَقَّرُ الأَحشاءُ
On that day, do not think my oath deceitful:
The day you do not think my oath is a lie
by my oath, the innermost heart is held in honor.
With my right hand the sorrows are honored
فَتَصَدَّت بَعدَ الصُدودِ وَقالَت
قَتَلَتني أَنفاسُكَ الصُعَداءُ
Then she came forward after turning away, and said:
So she turned away after the aversion and said
“Your deep sighs have slain me.”
Your hot breaths have killed me
قُلتُ نَفسي الفِدا عَلى عادَةٍ مِن
ني جَرى ما جَرى وَقَلبي بَراءُ
I said, “My soul be your ransom! It was from a habit of
I said my soul is a ransom out of a habit of mine
mine that what happened happened; my heart is innocent.
What happened has happened and my heart is innocent
فَاِعذُريني يا شِقَّةَ النَفسِ إِنّي
تُبتُ مِمّا مَضى وَعِندي وَفاءُ
So forgive me, O half of my soul; I
So excuse me, O part of the soul, I
have repented of what is past, and I remain faithful.”
Repented from what passed and I have loyalty
وَجَوارٍ إِذا تَحَلَّينَ لَم تَد
رِ أَشاءٌ في حَليِها أَم نِساءُ
And maidens who, when adorned, leave you unable
And a neighbor when she adorns, it does not matter
to tell whether they are young palms in jewels or women.
If she desires men or women
يَومَ سِلوانَ إِذ يُنادينَني أَق
بِل إِلَينا فَعِندَنا ما تَشاءُ
On the day of Silwān, when they called to me, “Come
The day of Silwan, when she calls me, accept
to us, for we have whatever you wish.”
To us, for with us is what you desire
يَتَعَرَّضنَ لي بِفاتِرَةِ الطَر
فِ إِذا أَقبَلَت ثَناها الحَياءُ
They sought to entice me with a maiden of languid
They confront me with slackness of manner
gaze; when she approached, modesty turned her back.
If she comes forward, shyness folds it
كَمَهاةِ الكِناسِ تَطوي لَنا النَف
سَ عَلى وَدَّةٍ وَفينا جَفاءُ
Like an oryx in its covert, she folds her
Like the bashfulness of a nun that folds for us the soul
soul around affection for us, though we are cold.
With intimacy while among us is estrangement
رُحنَ يَدعونَني إِلَيها فَأَمسَك
تُ بِسَمعي فَضاعَ ذاكَ الدُعاءُ
They kept calling me to her, but I stopped
The bells call me to it, so I held
my ears, and that summons was wasted.
My hearing, so that call was lost
ضامَهُنَّ الَذي تَمَنَّينَ شُغلي
بِفَتاةٍ مِنها التُقى وَالحَياءُ
What they had hoped for distressed them: my absorption
Their resentment of what they wished, my occupation
in a maiden whose qualities are piety and modesty.
With a girl among them of piety and shyness
نَعِمَت في الصِبا فَلَمّا اِسبَكَرَّت
خَفَّ قُدّامُها وَجَلَّ الوَراءُ
She lived in comfort in youth; when she grew tall,
She slept in childhood, so when she blossomed
her front was slender and her rear ample.
Her pride diminished and the latter feared her
وَرَآها النِساءُ تَغلو فَسَب
ن غَلاءً لَمّا اِستَبانَ الغَلاءُ
The women saw her rising in worth, and cursed [reading uncertain]
And the women saw her transgress so they
that high worth, once her value became plain.
Transgressed excessively when the transgression appeared
هِيَ كَالشَمسِ في الجَلاءِ وَكَالبَد
رِ إِذا قُنِّعَت عَلَيها الرِداءُ
She is like the sun when unveiled, and like the full
She is like the sun in the open and like
moon when a cloak is drawn over her.
The full moon when the gown covers it
أُنسِيَت قَرقَرَ العَفافِ وَفي
العَينِ دَواءٌ لِلناظِرينَ وَداءُ
She was made to forget the tunic of chastity; and in her
The clatter of chastity was forgotten, and in
eye are both a cure and a sickness for those who gaze.
The eye a cure for onlookers and an illness
فَخمَةٌ فَعمَةٌ بَرودُ الثَنايا
صَعلَةُ الجيدِ غادَةٌ غَيداءُ
Imposing, full-bodied, with cool front teeth,
A beauty spot, a mole, the coolness of the folds
slender-necked, a tender maiden, gracefully swaying.
The slant of the cheek, smoothness of the neck
أُزِّرَت دِعصَةً وَتَمَّت عَسيباً
مِثلَ أَيمِ الغَادَعاهُ الأَباءُ
Girdled with a sand-mound, and grown tall as a palm stalk,
Clad in fine fabric and perfected a dress
like a serpent [the wording about reeds is unclear].
Like the fatherless she-camel, the white
وَثَقالُ الأَوصالِ سَربَلَها الحُسنُ
بَياضاً وَالرَوقَةُ البَيضاءُ
Heavy of limb, beauty has clothed her
And the weight of the limbs, beauty clothed her in
in whiteness and fair loveliness.
Whiteness and smoothness, the white
زانَها مُسفِرٌ وَثَغرٌ نَقِيٌّ
مِثلُ دُرِّ النِظامِ فيهِ اِستِواءُ
A radiant face and a pure smile adorn her,
Her complexion radiant and a pure lip
like pearls on a string, evenly aligned.
Like a pearl of high quality, complete in it
وَقَوامٌ يَعلو القِوامَ وَنَحرٌ
طابَ رُمّانُهُ عَلَيهِ الأَياءُ
And a stature surpassing every stature, and a bosom
And a stature higher than posture and a neck
whose pomegranates are sweet, with sunlight upon it.
Its pomegranate blossomed, the bend above it
وَبَنانٌ يا وَيحَهُ مِن بَنانٍ
كَنَباتٍ سَقاهُ جَمَّ رَواءُ
And fingers—ah, what fingers!—
And a space between the breasts, oh woe to it from a space
like plants watered by abundant, refreshing water.
Like a plantation watered with abundant rain
وَلَها وارِدُ الغَدائِرِ كَالكَر
مِ سَواداً قَد حانَ مِنهُ اِنتِهاءُ
And she has flowing tresses, like the grapevine
And to it inclining folds like a vine
in blackness, now at their fullest extent.
Blackened, its end had come from it
وَحَديثٌ كَأَنَّهُ قِطَعُ الرَو
ضِ زَهَتهُ الصَفراءُ وَالحَمراءُ
And conversation like patches of a
And a talk as if it cuts the earth in pieces
garden, adorned with yellow and red flowers.
Its yellow and red adorned
لَم يُعَلَّل بِها سِوايَ وَلَم تَب
دُ لِنارٍ الصِلاءُ
No one but me has found solace in her; nor has she appeared
None but me was infatuated with her and a fire was not
before a fire for warmth.
Lit for others
وَإِذا أَقبَلَت تَهادى الهُوَينى
اِشرَأَبَّت ثُمَّ اِستَنارَ الفَضاءُ
And when she approaches, swaying gently,
And when she came proud, the infatuation kindled
she lifts her head; then the open space grows bright.
Then the atmosphere lit up
لَم تَنَلها يَدي بِحَولي وَلَكِن
قُضِيَت لي وَهَل يُرَدُّ القَضاءُ
My hand did not win her through my own power, but
My hand did not touch her by my strength but
she was decreed for me—and can destiny be turned back?
It was decreed for me, and does the decree return?
كانَ وُدّي لَها خَبِيّاً فَأَسرَعتُ
إِلَيها وَالأَمرُ فيهِ اِلتِواءُ
My love for her was hidden, so I hastened
My love for her was secret so I hurried
to her, while the matter was tangled.
To her and the matter in it was twisted
وَسَأَلتُ النِساءَ أَبصَرنَ ما أَبصَرتُ
مِن حُسنِها فَقالَ النِساءُ
And I asked the women whether they had seen what I saw
And I asked the women, did you see what I saw
of her beauty, and the women replied:
Of her beauty, so the women said:
دونَ وَجهِ البَغيضِ وَحشَةُ هَولٍ
وَعَلى وَجهِ مَن تُحِبُّ البَهاءُ
“Before the face of one you hate lies fearful desolation,
Beside the hated face is the horror of awe
and on the face of one you love shines beauty.”
And over the face of the loved one is brilliance
Sol 6.1