ما حَالُ مَنْ جُثْمانُه وفُؤادُه
قَد عاثَ فيه نُحولُه وجوَادُهُ
What is the state of one whose body and heart
Have been ravaged by his sorrows and passions?
غَرِيَ الغَرامُ بهِ فَحَيثُ هُجُوعه
مِنْ قَبْل أنْ يَهْوَى فثَمَّ سُهادُهُ
Love has fooled him, so before he fell
His place of rest became where he collapsed.
فتَضَرّمَتْ مِنْ لَوْعَةٍ أنْفاسُهُ
وتصَرَّمَتْ في حَسْرَةٍ آمَادُهُ
His breath was filled with agonizing pain,
And his supports were crushed by regret.
وكأنَّما صَوْبُ العِهاد دُموعُه
وكأنَّما شَوْكُ القَتادِ مِهادُهُ
His tears seem like the true covenants,
And his deathbed seems strewn with brambles.
واهاً لَهُ مِنْ مُفْرَدٍ بِنَحيبِهِ
لَوْ كانَ يَجْمَعُ شَمْلَه إفْرَادُهُ
Alas for him – separated in his weeping –
If only his isolation could bring him together!
يَرْتاحُ للرَّوْضِ المَشُوقِ حَمَامُه
ويحِنُّ للبَرقِ الخَفوقِ فُؤادُهُ
His darling would delight in the lovely garden,
And his heart would yearn for the flashing lightning.
ويَبيتُ بَينَ تَشَوُّقٍ يَقْتَادُهُ
وَلَعاً وبَيْنَ تأرُّقٍ يَعْتَادُهُ
He spends the night torn between violent desire
And never-ending torment that wears him out.
والنّجْمُ يُسْعِدُه عَلى خلْعِ الكَرى
ومِن الشّقَاوَةِ في الهَوى إِسْعادُهُ
Good fortune in love consoles him for losing all,
Yet his bliss in passion brings him woe.
وهُناكَ يُنْكِرُه الضُّحى وبَيَاضُه
وهناكَ يَعْرفُه الدُّجَى وَسَوادُهُ
The dawn there denies him, in its whiteness,
While the gloom knows him, in its blackness.
قَصَرَتْ مَسَافَةَ عُمْرِهِ حَسْنَاؤُهُ
فَأَطالَتِ البُشْرى بهِ حُسّادُهُ
His loved one shortens the length of his life,
Yet his enemies prolong the good tidings about him.
وَغَدَت تَشُوبُ له المَوَدّة بالقِلى
وهوَ الصّريحُ صَفَاؤُهُ ووِدَادُهُ
Suspicion adulterates the affection she bears him
While he is candid, pure and true in his love.
حَجَزَتْ إِصَابَةُ نَفسِهِ وغَلِيله
وأنينه وعَويلُهُ أشْهَادُهُ
The wounding of his soul, his sickness and groaning
Bare witness, though his witnesses are masked.
ولَقَد يُسَرُّ لأنّهُ يَا وَيْلَهُ
إن حُمّ عَنْ لَحَظَاتِها اسْتِشَهادُهُ
It saddens him – woe is he! – that they
Will not let his death be a martyr’s.
لا تَعْذِلُوهُ عَلى الهَوى فَمَدَارُه
وَكَفاهُ عُذْراً حَيثُ طابَ مُرَادُهُ
Do not reproach him for his love, for his only goal
Is seemly, however pure his passion seems.
