أَعاذِلُ إِنَّ لَومَكَ في تَبابِ
وَإِنَّ المَرءَ يَلعَبُ في الشَبابِ
O reproacher, surely your reproach is doomed to waste;
a man, after all, makes merry in his youth.
أَعاذِلُ لا أَسُرُّكِ في سُلَيمى
وَلا أُعفيكِ مِن عَجَبِ التَصابي
O reproacher, I shall not please you where Sulayma is concerned,
nor spare you wonder at my playing the youthful lover.
أَبى لي أَن أُفيقَ مُشَوِّقاتٌ
يُقَدنَ إِلَيَّ كَالخَيلِ العِرابِ
Women who awaken longing refuse to let me come to my senses,
drawing me toward them like purebred Arab mares.
وَشَوقي في الصَباحِ إِلى سُلَيمى
أَتاني حُبُّها مِن كُلِّ بابِ
And in the morning, my longing for Sulayma—
her love came to me through every door.
وَقالَت في النِساءِ مُلَفَّفاتٌ
يَضَعنَ المَشيَ في وَرَقِ الشَبابِ
She said, “Among women are those enfolded in veils,
who quicken their gait amid youth’s fresh leaves.
فَقُل في حاسِرٍ ذَمّاً وَحَمداً
وَلا تَغرُركَ عَينٌ في النِقابِ
So judge the unveiled woman, whether in blame or praise,
but let no eye behind a veil deceive you.
فَمِلءُ العَينِ قَصرٌ قَد تَراهُ
جَديدَ البابِ داخِلُهُ خَرابُ
A palace may fill your eye when you behold it,
its doorway newly built, its interior a ruin.”
فَقُلتُ لَها دَعي قَلبي لِسَلمى
وَقولي في النِساءِ وَلا تُحابي
I told her, “Leave my heart to Salma,
and speak of women without favoritism.”
لَقَد قَرَفَ الوُشاةُ عَلى سُلَيمى
وَقالوا في البُعادِ وَفي الصِقابِ
Tale-bearers have indeed cast slander upon Sulayma,
speaking among the distant and among companions;
فَما صَدَروا بِقَرفِهِمُ سُلَيمى
وَلا أَعتَبتُهُم عَمدَ العِتابِ
yet their slander did not drive Sulayma away,
nor did I appease them when reproach came.
إِذا نَصَبوا لَها ذَبَّبتُ عَنها
وَرُبَّتما أَعَنتُ عَلى الصَوابِ
Whenever they set themselves against her, I defended her,
though sometimes I helped them when they were right.
فَيا عَجَباً مِنَ الحُبِّ المُؤَتّي
وَحَسبُكَ بِالغَيورِ مِنَ القِحابِ
Oh, what a marvel is love everlasting!
The jealous man among whores is proof enough:
يُضيعُ نِساءَهُ وَيَظَلُّ يَحمي
نِساءَ العالَمينَ مِنَ اللِعابِ
he neglects his own women, yet spends his day guarding
all the world’s women from the amorous rake.
وَكَم مِن مِثلِهِ نَصِبٍ مُعَنىًّ
بِلا تِرَةٍ يُطالِبُها مُصابِ
How many a man like him, exhausted and tormented,
a stricken man demanding vengeance for no blood-debt!
مَلَأتُ فُؤادَهُ غَيظاً وَغَمّاً
فَيا وَيحَ المُحِبِّ مِنَ الطِلابِ
I have filled his heart with rage and grief.
Ah, what woe pursuit brings the lover!
إِذا ما شِئتُ نَغَّصَني نَعيمي
وَأَجرى عَبرَتي جَريَ الحَبابِ
Whenever I desire, my own bliss embitters me
and sets my tears coursing like bubbles on water.
غِضابٌ يَكذِبونَ عَلى سُلَيمى
وَهَل تَجِدُ الصَدوقَ مِنَ الغِضابِ
The angry tell lies about Sulayma—
can one find a truthful soul among the angry?
فَقُلتُ لِواقِدٍ وَاِبنَي يَزيدٍ
وَقَد صَدَعا لِقَولِ بَني الحُبابِ
So I said to Waqid and Yazid’s two sons,
while the two had heeded my words among dear friends:
وَرَبِّ مِنىً لَقَد كَذَبوا عَلَيها
كَما كَذَبَ الوُشاةُ عَلى الغُرابِ
“By the Lord of Mina, the two have surely lied about her,
as tale-bearers lied about the raven:
دَعوا عَوَراً بِمُقلَتِهِ وَيَغدو
صَحيحَ المُقلَتَينِ مِنَ المَعابِ
they imputed one-eyedness to its eye, though it goes forth
sound in both eyes, free of defect.
فَلا كانَ الوُشاةُ وَلا الغَيارى
لَعَلَّ العَيشَ يَصفو لِلحِبابِ
May neither tale-bearers nor jealous men remain,
so that life perhaps may grow serene for lovers.”
Sol 5.6