لا غَروَ إِن لَعِبَت بِهِ الأَشواقُ
هِيَ رامَةٌ وَنَسيمُها الخَفّاقُ
No wonder if longing plays with it,
It is a gazelle and its breeze is fluttering.
مَن كانَ يَعذِلُهُ فَقد غَلَبَ الهَوى
وَتَحَكَّمَت بِفُؤادِهِ الإِغلاقُ
Whoever blames it has been overcome by passion,
And darkness has taken over his heart.
خَلّوا فُؤادي وَالغَرامَ فَإِنَّهُ
قَلبٌ لَهُ بِهَواهُم اِستِغراقُ
Leave my heart alone and passion, for it
Is a heart drowned in their love.
كَم بَينَ أَكناف العَذيبِ حشاشَةٌ
ذَهَبَت بِها الوَجناتُ وَالأَحداقُ
How much coquetry is between the arms of the languid one,
Taken away by the cheeks and eyelids.
مِن كُلِّ مَن عَبَثَ النَسيمُ بِقَدِّهِ
فَشكا المَجال وِشاحهُ المقلاقُ
Whoever the breeze toyed with his braid
His place of departure and cloak complained.
شغف الحِجاز بِهِ فَسائِرُ مائِهِ
دَمعٌ وَكُلُّ نِسيمِهِ أَشواقُ
The love of Hejaz consumed it so its waters
Are a tear and every breeze desires.
يا قَلبُ عَنكَ وَمَن يُعَنَّف في الهَوى
فَاللَومُ عِبءٌ لا يَكادُ يُطاقُ
O heart, who is harshly blamed in love,
Blame is a burden that can hardly be borne.
كَيفَ التَخَلُّصُ وَالجُفونُ نَواعِسٌ
وَبِما التَسَلّي وَالقَدودُ رِشاقُ
How can one free himself when the eyelids are vigilantes
And with what can one console when the necks are lofty?
وَعَلى الكَثيبِ الفَرد صَرَّحَ بِالهَوى
مَن لا يَلُمُّ بِقَلبِهِ إِشفاقُ
And on the solitary hill passion bragged
Of one whose heart has no compassion.
أَخَذَ الهَوى عَهداً عَلَيَّ لِخَدِّهِ
أَن لا يَزال دَمي عَلَيهِ يُراقُ
Passion took a pact to her cheek
That my blood over it will always be shed.
إِنّي لأ عذرُ في الأَراكِ حَمامَةَ الش
شادي كَذَلِكَ تَفعَلُ العُشّاقُ
I have no excuse, I treat the doves of the thickets
Like that, such are the lovers.
حَكَمَ الغَرامُ الحاجِرِيُّ بِأَسرِها
فَغَدَت وَفي أَعناقِها الأَطواقُ
Passion judged it fully
So she wore shackles around her neck.
أَشتاقُ أَن أُمسي طَعينَ قَوامِهِ
حَيثُ النِزال عَريكَةٌ وَعِناقُ
I long to spend an evening in his embrace
Where the descending is soft and the hugging intense.
وَأُحِبُّ تَلسَعُني عَقارِبُ صُدغِهِ
عِلماً بِأَنَّ رُضابَهُ دِرياقُ
And I love to be bitten by the hornets of his cheek
Knowing that his satisfaction is a healing.
وَيلاهُ مِن خَنسِ الشَمائِلِ أَهيَفٍ
لا يُرتَجى لِأَسيرِهِ إِطلاقُ
Woe to him, from the concealment of the attributes of a censured lover
For whom his captive has no hope of release.
حَلَفَ الدُجى أَنَّ الدُجُنَّةَ شعرُهُ
وَالصُبحُ أَنَّ جَبينَهُ الإِشراقُ
The night swore that the blackness is his hair
And the dawn that his forehead is the emergence of light.
مُذ جاءَ بِالآياتِ مُرسَلُ صدغِهِ
لَم يَبقَ في دينِ الغَرامِ نِفاقُ
Since the signs were sent by his cheek
There remains no hypocrisy in the religion of passion.
وَسَنىً تَأَلَّقَ بَينَ مُنفَرِجِ اللوى
فَتَساكَبَت بِدُموعِها الآماقُ
Teeth that shone between the parting of his twist,
So it poured out with its tears the water springs.
بَعَثَ الغَرامُ مِنَ الخِيامِ فَيا لَها
تُحَفٌ تُمَدُّ لِحَملِها الأَعناقُ
Passion sent from the tents, oh how
Bags extended to carry them on necks.
يا قَلبُ هَل أَهلُ المُحَصَّبِ سائِلٌ
عَمّا تُجَنُّ مِنَ الهَوى العُشّاقُ
O heart, are the people of the dwelling asking
About what the lovers conceal out of passion?
أَينَ الأولى كانوا البُدور فَأَصبَحَت
في السَيرِ أَبرُجَةَ السُرورِ مَحاقُ
Where are the first ones, they were full moons but became
In travel, the towers of happiness erased.
رَحَلوا فَلا بان اللوى البانُ الَّذي
يُسَمّى وَلا أَوراقهُ الأَوراقُ
They left, neither the twist of separation appeared, which
Is named, nor its leaves, the leaves.
لِلَهِ أَيُّ حشاشَةٍ مَزَّ قَتها
بِيَدِ الصَبابَةِ وَالرِكاب تُساقُ
By God, which gazelle was torn apart
By the hands of youth and trotting feet driven?
إِذ لا مُعيني غَيرَ قَلبٍ والِهٍ
أَثرُ الحَمولِ وَدَمعُهُ مِهراقُ
When I have no helper but an infatuated heart
The trace of burdens and its tears gushing.
واوَحشَتاً لِلعاشِقين وراحَةُ ال
عُشّاقِ أَن يَتَأَوَّه المُشتاقُ
It is lonely for the lovers but the rest of
Lovers is that the yearning one sighs.
ما كُنتُ أَعلَمُ قَبلَ يَومِ فِراقُكُم
أَنَّ الحمام قَطيعَةٌ وَفِراقُ
I did not know before the day of your separation
That the doves are abandonment and separation.
