أَساكِنُ قَلبي لا بَلَيتَ بِوَجدِهِ
سَلَبتَ الكَرى فَاِمنُن عَلي مَرَدِّهِ
The dwellings of my heart did not suffer from his passion
You stole steadfastness, so oblige me with its return
مَتى يَقنَعُ الظَمآنُ مِنكَ غَليلُهُ
إِذا كانَ ماءُ الدَمعِ أَعذَبُ وردِهِ
When will the thirsty one be quenched by your little drink
If the water of tears is the sweetest rose water
بِروحي مَجبولٌ عَلى الهَجرِ وَالقِلا
أَرى المَوتَ أَحلى مِن تَجَرُّعِ صَدِّهِ
Molded into my soul are estrangement and pining
I find death sweeter than sipping its rejection
أُدانيهِ بِالشَكوى فَيَبعُدُ قَسوَةً
وَما المَوتُ إِلّا مِن دُنُوّي وَبُعدِهِ
I approach him with complaints, so he distances harshly
Yet death is but a coming close and its removal
أُحِبُّ التِفاتَ الظَبيِ حُبّاً لِجيدِهِ
وَأَعشَقُ ُصنَ البانِ عِشقاً لِقَدِّهِ
I love the gazelle’s glance for her neck’s beauty
And crave the hour’s shape for its slimness
وَلَولاهُ لَم اَرضَ الهَوان لِمُهجَتي
وَلا جازَ وَجدي فيهِ غايَةُ حَدِّهِ
Were it not for him, I would not accept disgrace for my love
Nor would my passion for him exceed its extent
أُعاذِلَ لَو أَنصَفَتني كُنتُ عاذِراً
إِلامَ وَقَد دَبَّ الغِدارُ بِخَدِّهِ
I would pardon him if he were equitable, yet I was pardoning
But betrayal crept into his cheek
تَأَمَّل إِلى رَيحانِهِ كَيفَ قَد بَدا
يَمُدُّ سِياجاً أَخضَراً حَولَ وَردِهِ
Look how the basil’s greenery surrounds its blossoms
Extending a green fence around its roses
إِلَيكَ فَما قَلبي بِأَوَّلِ مَن رَأى
ضَلالَتُهُ في الحُبِّ مَنهَجُ رُشدِهِ
To you, my heart was not the first to see
Its misguidance in love, the path of its righteousness
نَشَدتُكِ يا ريحَ الشِمالِ تَحَمَّلي
شِكايَةَ مَن شَكواهُ غايَةُ جُهدِهِ
I implored you, O north wind, bear
The plight of one whose effort has reached its extremity
خَفوقاً إِلى ظِلِّ الغُوَيرِ فُؤادُهُ
مَشوقاً إِلى ماء العُذيبِ وَرَندِهِ
To the shadow of distances, his heart flutters
Yearning for fresh water and its coolness
تَناءى فَلا صَبري الجَميلُ لِبَينِهِ
وَجَدَّ وَلا قَلبي الجَليدُ لِفَقدِهِ
It calls him, yet my patience is not beautiful without him
And my frigid heart pines for his loss
وَلَو أَنَّ طَرفي مُسعِدي قلت بَعده
وَفى لي طَرفي يَومَ بانَ بِوَعدِهِ
If after him my eye found happiness, it would say
My eye sufficed me the day his promise came true
أَيا سَقَمي أَعداكَ رِقَّةُ خَصرِهِ
وَيا جَلَدي أَوهاكَ عقدة بَندِهِ
Oh my sickness, his delicate waist weakened you
And my skin, his tied knot has pained you
مَليحٌ بَراهُ اللَهُ أَحسَنَ مَن تَرى
تَفَرَّدَ حُسناً وَاِنفَرَدتُ بِصَدِّهِ
Fair is he whom God made best of all people
He is uniquely beautiful, and I uniquely spurned
أَميرُ جَمالٍ ما حُظيتُ بِعَدلِهِ
وَحُلوُ رُضابٍ ما اِنتَفَعتُ بِشَهدِهِ
The prince of beauty whose justice I did not obtain
The sweet of gaze whose honey did not benefit me
إِلى اللَهِ أَشكو جائِرَ الصَدِّ مُعرِضاً
يُمازِجُ هَزلَ الهَجرِ مِنهُ بِجِدِّهِ
To God I complain of the unjust one turning away
Mixing playful estrangement with his seriousness
مِنَ التُركِ لَو عايَنتَ ذُلّي وَعِزَّهُ
لَعايَنتَ مَولىً لا يَرِقُّ لِعَبدِهِ
If you saw my humiliation and his dignity
You would see a master who does not pity his slave
إِذا سَلَّ سَيفَ الغَنجِ مِن لَحَظاتِهِ
يُريني حَتفاً كامِناً في فَرنَدِهِ
When the sword of his glances unsheathes
It shows me a hidden death in its scabbard
أَقلُّ غَرامي فيهِ ما المَوتُ دونَهُ
فَلِلَهِ صَبُّ حَتفُهُ بَعضُ وَجدِهِ
The least of my passion for him is what death is beneath
So my heart pours towards some of his fervor
