أَلا قُل لِتِلكَ المالِكِيَّةِ أَصحِبي
وَإِلّا فَمَنّينا لِقاءَكِ وَاِكذِبي
Listen, tell that woman of Malik: keep me company;
otherwise, give us hope of meeting you, and lie.
عِدينا فَإِنَّ النَفسَ تُخدَعُ بِالمُنى
وَقَلبُ الفَتى كَالطائِرِ المُتَقَلِّبِ
Promise us, for the soul is deceived by hopes,
and a young man's heart is like a restless bird.
وَقَد تَأمَني مَن لا يَزالُ مُباعِداً
عَلى قُربِ مَن يَدنو بِسَهلٍ وَمَرحَبِ
And you may trust one who always keeps his distance,
despite the nearness of one who approaches with ease and welcome.
فَإِنَّكَ لَو تَجفوكَ أُمٌّ قَريبَةٌ
تَجافَيتَ عَنها لِلبَعيدِ المُقَرِّبِ
For if a mother close to you were to shun you,
you would turn from her to a distant one who draws you close.
إِذا يَئِسَت نَفسُ اِمرِىءٍ مِن قَريبَةٍ
تُبَدَّلَ أُخرى مَركَباً بَعدَ مَركَبِ
When a man's soul despairs of a woman close to him,
another is put in her place, mount after mount.
فَلا تُمسِكيني بِالهَوانِ فَإِنَّني
عَنِ الهوَنِ ظَعّانٌ لِقَصدِ المُلَحَّبِ
So do not hold me in humiliation, for I
leave humiliation behind, bound for the well-trodden road.
حَبَستُ عَلَيكَ النَفسَ حَولَينِ لا أَرى
نَوالاً وَلا وَعداً بِنَيلٍ مُعَقَّبِ
I kept my soul bound to you for two years, seeing no
favor, nor a promise followed by fulfillment.
وَما كُنتُ لَو شَمَّرتُ أَوَّلَ ظاعِنٍ
بِرَحلِيَ عَن جَدبٍ إِلى غَيرِ مُجدِبِ
Had I girded myself, I would not have been the first to depart
with my saddle from barren ground to land not barren.
وَلَكِنَّني أُغضي جُفوناً عَلى القَذا
وَأَحفَظُ ما حَمَّلتَني في المُغَيَّبِ
But I close my eyelids over the grit,
and guard what you entrusted to me in your absence.
وَأَنتِ بِما قَرَّبتِني وَاِصطَفَيتِني
خَلاءٌ وَقَد باعَدتِني بُعدَ مُذنِبِ
And you, for all that you drew me close and chose me,
are empty of that, and have kept me far off like an offender.
كَقائِلَةٍ إِنَّ الحِمارَ فَنَحِّهِ
عَنِ القَتِّ أَهلُ السِمسِمِ المُتَهَذِّبِ
Like a woman saying: the donkey—so keep it
away from alfalfa—is worthy of refined sesame.
وَما الحُبُّ إِلّا صَبوَةٌ ثُمَّ دَنوَةٌ
إِذا لَم يَكُن كانَ الهَوى رَوغَ ثَعلَبِ
And love is only infatuation, then closeness;
if it is not so, passion is a fox's dodging.
Sol 6.1