نَعِمتُ بِكُم وَالدَهرُ في غَفلانِهِ
زَماناً وَقَلبي آمِنٌ مِن شَتاتِهِ
With you I lived in bliss, while Time was heedless,
for a while, and my heart was safe from being scattered.
وَلَم أَدرِ ما الأَحزانُ حَتّى بَعدتم
فَقَلبِيَ مَوقوفٌ عَلى حَسَراتِهِ
I knew nothing of sorrow until you went far away;
now my heart is held fast by its regrets.
أَأَحبابَنا بِالجَزعِ هَل يَسمَعُ النَوى
بِيَومٍ يَكونُ القُربُ مِن حَسَناتِهِ
O our beloved ones at the valley bend, will separation ever hear
of a day whose blessings include reunion?
لَقَد حَكَمَت فينا اللَيالي بِفُرقَةٍ
سَلا بَعدَها المُشتاقُ طيبَ حَياتِهِ
The nights have indeed decreed separation for us,
after which the yearning lover forgot life’s sweetness.
يَقِرُّ لِعَيني أَن يَهَبَّ نَسيمُكُم
فَأَنشُقُ نَشرَ القُربِ مِن نَفَحاتِهِ
It would delight my eyes if your breeze were to stir,
that I might breathe reunion’s perfume from its waftings.
فَأَصبو وَلي قَلبٌ أَقَلَّ ولوعِهِ
بِقَلبِكُم ما حازَ حَدُّ صِفاتِهِ
Then I yearn—with a heart whose slightest ardor
for yours surpasses all the bounds of description.
سَقى اللَهُ رَبعاً بِالمُحَصَّبِ طالَما
جَنَينا ثِمارَ الوَصلِ في عَرصاتِهِ
May God water an abode at al-Muhassab, where so often
we gathered the fruits of union in its courtyards.
يُجَدِّدُ لي تَذكارُه كُلَّ لَوعَةٍ
يَذوبُ عَلَيها القَلبُ دونَ حَصاتِهِ
Remembering it renews in me every burning pang,
at which the heart melts, though its self-command does not.
وَما أَمَّ فَرخٍ عايَنَتهُ وَصائِدٌ
يَحومُ عَلَيهِ بِاِقتِناصِ بُزاتِهِ
Never do I pass a fledgling I have seen, with a hunter
circling above it, seeking to seize it with his falcons,
بِأَكثَر مِن وَجدي عَلَيكَ وَإِنَّما
أُكَتِّمُ سِرَّ الحُبِّ خَوف وُشاتِهِ
in grief greater than my longing for you—yet I only
conceal love’s secret, for fear of its talebearers.
Sol 5.6