صَدَعتْ قَلْبِيَ صَدْعَ الزُّجاج
مَا لَهُ مِنْ حِيلَةٍ أَوْ عِلاجْ
You cracked my heart as glass is cracked;
it has no recourse, no cure.
مَزَجَتْ رُوحِيَ أَلحَاظُها
فَالهوى مِنِّي لِرُوحِي مِزاجْ
Her sidelong glances mingled my soul,
so the passion within me became my soul’s very nature.
يَا قضيباً فَوْقَ دِعْصِ نقا
وَكثيباً تَحْتَ تِمثالِ عاجْ
O slender branch above a hillock of fine sand,
and sand dune beneath an ivory form!
أنتَ نُورِي في ظَلامِ الدُّجَى
وسِراجِي عنْدَ فَقْد السِّراجْ
You are my light in the darkness of night,
and my lamp when no other lamp remains.
Sol 5.6