خَطَرَاتُ المَلامِ
تُغرِي الهَوَى باستِعارِ
The Blameworthy Notions
Tempt desire with metaphor
هِيَ هَاجَتُ أُوَارِي
وَالرّيحُ عَونُ الشِّرَارِ
They agitated my light
And the wind aids the evildoers
قُل للاَحِ نَهَانِي
دَعنِي وَدِينَ ابنش هَانِي
Tell the critiquer leave me be
And spare me your son's blame
أيّ خَدّ دَهَانِي
بَوَردةٍ كَالدّهَانِ
What cheek blamed me
With a rose like paint
أبدَتِ الجَنتَانِ
مِنهُ جَنَى غَيرَ دَانِ
It showed the two gardens
From it not a grain was obtained
وَوَرَاءَ اللِّثَامِ
رَوضٌ ثَمِينُ النِّثَارِ
And behind the veil
Is a garden with scattered blossoms
وَخِلاَلَ الإزَارِ
زاهٍ مِنَ الدّعصِ زَأرِ
And between the wraps
A lion roars from the thickets
فَتكُ لَيثٍ هَصُورِ
وحُسنُ ظَبيٍ رَبِيب
And the beauty of a beloved doe
Betrayed me in it, my ally
خَانَ فِيهِ نَصِيرِي
وَجَفَانِي حَبِيب
And my beloved left me
A traveller away from my shining light
سَافِرٌ عَن مُنِيرِ
وَبَاسِمٍ عَن شَنِيب
And with a smile away from my companion
What blossom for the darkness
أيّ وِردٍ لِظَامِ
وأيّ ضَوءٍ لِسَارِ
And what light for the walkway
They both judged the small
حَكَمَا بِالصَّغَارِ
لِلدّرِّ أو لِلدّرَارِي
Whether it be pearl or pebbles
A sprout whose pasture was pleasant
رَشَأٌ طَابَ مَرعَاهُ
فِي مَرتَعِ شَبّ نَاره
In the pasture of fiery youth
It originated in the heart
كَان في الصّدرِ منشاهُ
فَأصبَحَ الصَّدرُ دَارَه
So the heart became its abode
A blade whose look is defiant
صَارِمٌ حُسنُ مَرآهُ
يَنِي النُّفُوسَ غِرَارَه
It shakes the souls with its heat
I avoided the listlessness of blemishes
رُمتُ نَقعَ الأوَامِ
مِن رَونَقٍ فِيهِ جَارِ
With the flair that is in it
And its flair distracted me
وَعَدَانِي اغتِرَارِي
عَن خَوفِ ذَاكَ العِذارِ
From fear of that rebuke
Take my heart with your strength
خُذ فَؤَادِي بِقُوّه
يََاضعفَ تِلكَ الجُفُونِ
Oh you who tires those eyelids
Oh Jouya son of Dhrouh
يا جي يا ابن ذروه
لأضلُعِ وَعُيُون
For ribs and eyes
Oh Naeema and passion
يا نعيما وشقوه
ومرآك والحب ديني
You are my creed and religion
You led me to the baths
قُدتَنِي لِلحِمَامِ
فاذهب بجرح جُبَار
So go away with your strong wounds
How can my face of victory be
كَيفَ وَجهُ انتِصَارِي
وَالشَّمسُ مَوضِعُ ثأرِي
When the sun is the place of my revenge
By my father a persistent lover
بأبي مُستَصِيلٌ
يَسُوءُ صُنعاً ويُحمَد
Evil in his deeds and praiseworthy
Tie him who destroyed the sick man
قيد أودى العليل
فارفق به يا محمد
So be gentle with him, oh Muhammad
And his mother, oh stingy one
وَاميه يَا بَخِيل
باللَّفظِ مِنكَ
With speech from you
