عَبدَ إِنّي إِلَيكَ بِالأَشواقِ
لِتَلاقٍ وَكَيفَ لي بِالتَلاقي
ʿAbda, truly I am all longing for you—
longing to meet; but how can I ever meet you?
أَنا وَاللَهِ أَشتَهي سِحرَ عَينَي
كِ وَأَخشى مَصارِعَ العُشّاقِ
By God, I yearn for the enchantment of those eyes—
—of yours, yet fear the fatal falls of lovers.
وَأَهابُ الحَرسِيَّ مُحتَسِبَ الجُن
دِ يَلُفُّ البَريءَ بِالفُسّاقِ
And I dread the guardsman, the army’s provost—
who sweeps the innocent in among the libertines.
فَاِصبِري مِثلَما صَبَرتُ فَإِنَّ ال
صَبرَ حَظٌّ مِن صالِحِ الأَخلاقِ
So be patient, as I have been; for—
patience is a share of virtuous character.
إِنَّني مِن بَني عُقَيلِ بنِ كَعبٍ
مَوضِعَ السَيفِ مِن طُلى الأَعناقِ
Indeed, I am of the descendants of ʿUqayl ibn Kaʿb;
My station is the sword’s among the adornments worn at the neck.
Sol 5.6