مَن لِدَمِ القَتيلِ
مِن طَرفِكَ الكَحيلِ
Who will avenge the slain one’s blood,
shed by your kohl-darkened eye?
وَيلاهُ طَلَّ هَدَراً
مِن خَدِّكَ الأَسيلِ
Alas! His blood has gone unavenged,
spilled by your smooth, shapely cheek.
لَولاكَ ما بَراني
مَعذلةُ العَذولِ
Were it not for you, I would not have been worn away
by the tormentor of the reproacher.
يا جَنَّتي وَناري
وَمَحنَتي وَسولي
O my paradise and my fire,
my ordeal and my heart’s desire!
مَن ذا يُطيقُ صَبراً
عَن وَجهِكَ الجَميلِ
Who could possibly endure with patience
being parted from your beautiful face?
كُلُّ نُحولِ جسمي
مِن خَصرِكَ النَحيلِ
All the wasting of my body
comes from your slender waist.
حاشاكَ من سُهادي
وَلَيلِيَ الطَويلِ
May you be spared the sleeplessness I suffer
and my long night.
Sol 5.6