أَنتِ يا نَفسُ أَنيبي
آبَتِ الشَمسُ فَأوِبي
You, O soul, turn back.
The sun has set; so return.
ما لِمُؤسى عِندَ صَبِّ
حاجَةٌ فَاِغلي وَذوبي
A comforter, beside a lovesick man, has no
purpose; so seethe and melt.
وَاِقبَلي ما طابَ مِنها
وَإِذا تابَت فَتوبي
And accept what is pleasing from her,
and when she repents, repent too.
بَعَثَت سَلمى عَلَينا
فِتنَةً عِندَ المَشيبِ
Salma has sent upon us
a temptation in the time of gray hair.
وَبَراني الحُبُّ حَتّى
كَثُرَت فيها نُحوبي
And love has whittled me down until
my sobs for her have multiplied.
أَنا مَشغوفٌ بِسَلمى
كَالنَصارى بِالصَليبِ
I am enamored of Salma,
as Christians are of the cross.
لَيسَ ما قَرَّبَ مِنّي
صاحِبي لي بِالقَريبِ
What has been brought close to me
by my companion is not close to me at all.
مِن هَوى سَلمى سَبَتني
واحِدٌ مِثلَ الغَريبِ
Through love of Salma, she has taken me captive—
alone, like a stranger.
لا أُرَجّي الرَوحَ إِلّا
عِندَ غَيباتِ الرَقيبِ
I hope for relief only
during the watcher's absences.
لَقِيَ القَلبُ بِسَلمى
عَجَباً فَوقَ العَجيبِ
The heart has found in Salma
a marvel beyond the marvelous.
أَخصَبَت عِندي وَإِنّي
عِندَها غَيرُ خَصيبِ
She has flourished with me, while I
am barren with her.
مِن هَوانٍ غَيرِ فانٍ
أَنزَلَتني في الجُدوبِ
Through humiliation that never fades,
she has cast me into barrenness.
قَلَبَت لي الريحَ سَلمى
شَمأَلاً بَعدَ الجَنوبِ
Salma has changed the wind for me
to a north wind after a south wind.
وَكَذاكَ الدَهرُ صَعبٌ
بَينَ خَفضٍ وَرُكوبِ
And so time is harsh,
between ease and rough riding.
لَو بِها ما بي إِلَيها
مِن حَنينٍ وَنَحيبِ
If she felt what I feel toward her
of longing and sobbing,
أَقبَلَت إِقبالَ صادٍ
راعَهُ صَوتُ المُهيبِ
she would come as a thirsty one comes,
startled by the drover's call.
اِسلَمي يا سَلمَ يَوماً
وَاِكشِفي بَعضَ كُروبي
Be well, O Salma, one day,
and dispel some of my anguish.
لا تَعُدّي الحُبَّ ذَنباً
لَيسَ حُبّي مِن ذَنوبي
Do not reckon love a sin;
my love is not among my sins.
إِنَّما الحُبُّ بَلاءٌ
وَشَكاةٌ في القُلوبِ
Love is but an affliction
and an ailment in hearts.
فَإِذا غُمَّ تَنَفَّس
تُ فَأَوهَينَ جُنوبي
Then, when grief presses, I sigh—
and those sighs weaken my sides.
إِنَّ مَن لامَ مُحِبّاً
في الهَوى غَيرُ مُصيبِ
Indeed, whoever blames a lover
for love is not in the right.
وَلَقَد قُلتُ لِسَلمى
إِذ تَعَيّاني طَبيبي
And I did say to Salma,
when my physician was baffled by me:
لَيسَ وادٍ مِن سُلَيمى
لِمُحِبٍ بِعَشيبِ
No valley of Sulayma's
is green with grass for a lover.
لَيتَ لي قَلباً بِقَلبي
وَحَبيباً بِحَبيبي
Would that I had a heart in place of my heart,
and a beloved in place of my beloved.
فَلَعَلَّ القَلبَ يَصحو
وَيُواتيني لَعيبي
Then perhaps the heart would sober,
and my playmate would oblige me.
فَلَقَد هَيَّجَ شَوقي
ريحُ رَيحانٍ وَطيبِ
For my longing was indeed stirred
by the scent of basil and perfume.
بِتُّ مِن نَفحَةِ عودٍ
شُبِّبَت لي بِثَقوبِ
I spent the night, because of a waft of aloeswood
kindled for me with tinder,
لاهِياً عَن كُلِّ ساقٍ
وَأَكيلٍ وَشَريبِ
heedless of every cupbearer
and tablemate and drinking companion.
أَبتَغي سَلمى وَأَخشى
نَظَرَ الرائي المُريبِ
I seek Salma and fear
the gaze of the suspicious onlooker.
أَشتَهي لَو أَنَّها كا
نَت مِنَ الدُنيا نَصيبي
I wish that she were
my portion of this world.
Sol 6.1