تُبدي السلوَّ وأَنتَ مُرتهَنُ
وَخفيُّ سرِّك في الهَوى علنُ
You display forgetfulness, though you remain love’s captive;
and hide your secret, though in love it stands revealed.
هَذي شهودُ الحبِّ ناطقة
لا الروحُ تُكذبُها ولا البَدنُ
Here are love’s witnesses, speaking plainly—
neither soul nor body can give them the lie.
إِن رمتَ تكتمُ ما تكابدُه
بعدَ النَوى فلرأيكَ الغَبَنُ
If you mean to conceal what you suffer
after parting, your judgment is sorely mistaken.
ما زالَ يُجهدُك الغَرامُ أَسىً
حتّى جَفا أَجفانَكَ الوسنُ
Passion has never ceased tormenting you with grief,
until slumber forsook your eyelids.
في كُلِّ حين للفؤادِ شجىً
يُوهي العزاءَ وَللهَوى شجنُ
At every moment the heart suffers an anguish
that weakens consolation; even its diversion is sorrow.
أَنّى لِقَلبكَ أَن يُقالَ صحا
وَثَنى جُموحَ ضَلالِهِ الرَسَنُ
How can it be said that your heart has sobered,
and that the rein has checked the headlong rush of its error?
قَد كانَ أَولاكَ النصوحُ هُدىً
لَو أَنَّه في النُصح مؤتَمَنُ
A sincere counselor once offered you guidance—
if only you had trusted him in counsel.
لكن تَعامى عن نصيحتِه
منك الفؤادُ وَصُمَّت الأذنُ
But the heart feigned blindness to his advice
within you, and the ear went deaf.
وغدوتَ تخطرُ في بُلهنيَةٍ
من صفوِ عيشكَ والهَوى فِتَنُ
And you went strutting in carefree ease,
amid the serenity of your life, while passion was all temptation.
يُصيبكَ كُلُّ مهفهفٍ نَضِرٍ
من قَدِّه يَتَعلَّمُ الغُصنُ
Every radiant, slender-waisted youth beguiles you,
from whose stature the supple bough learns grace.
فتنَ القلوبَ بحسن طلعتِه
فَكأَنَّهُ في حُسنه وثنُ
He has enthralled hearts with his fair countenance,
as though, in his beauty, he were an idol.
وأَراكَ من باهي محاسِنِه
مِنحاً ولكن دونَها مِحَنُ
I see you, dazzled by his resplendent charms,
drawn toward him—yet trials stand before him.
أَمّا الغَرامُ فقد مُنيتَ به
فَعلامَ يرهنُ عزمَك الوَهنُ
As for passion, you have indeed been afflicted with it;
why, then, should weakness hold your resolve in pawn?
قَد طالَ مُكثُكَ حيث لا وَطَرٌ
يَصفو به عَيشٌ ولا وَطَنُ
Long has your stay been where no heart’s desire
can make life sweet, and where there is no homeland.
وأَضرَّ قَلبكَ طولُ مُغتَرَبٍ
لا مَسكَنٌ يَدنو ولا سَكَنُ
The length of your exile has harmed your heart:
no dwelling draws near, nor any intimate companion.
فإلامَ تَرضى لا رَضيتَ بأَن
يُنمى إِليك العجزُ والجُبُنُ
How long will you consent—may you never consent—to have
helplessness and cowardice attributed to you?
أَحلا لِنفسِكَ أَن يُقالَ لَها
هَذا عليٌّ حَطَّه الزَمَنُ
Would your soul rather hear it said:
“This is Ali, whom Time has brought low”?
حصل الجَهولُ على مآربه
وَمَضى بغير طِلابِه القَمنُ
The ignorant fool attained his aims,
while the worthy man departed without what he sought.
حتّى مَتى قولٌ ولا عَمَلٌ
وإلى مَتى قصدٌ ولا سَنَنٌ
How long will there be words without deeds,
and intention without a path?
ما شانَ شأنَك قطُّ منتقِصٌ
أَنتَ العليُّ وذكركَ الحَسَنُ
No detractor has ever blemished your standing;
you are learned, and your renown is fair.
فاِقطَع برحلكَ حيث لا عَتَبٌ
واِربأ بعرضِكَ حيث لا دَرَنُ
Then journey on with your saddle where no reproach awaits,
and hold your honor high where no stain can reach.
واِفخر بسَبقكَ لا بِسَبق أَبٍ
فخراً فأَنتَ السابق الأرِنُ
Take pride in your own precedence, not a father’s—
true pride, for you are the fleet forerunner.
إِن يبلَ ثوبُك فالنُهى جنَنٌ
أَو تودَ خَيلُك فالعُلى حُصُرُ
If your garment wears out, wisdom is your armor;
and if your horses perish, the heights of glory are a fortress.
لا تَبتَئِس لملمَّة عرضَت
لا فرحة تَبقى ولا حَزَنُ
Do not despair over a calamity that befalls:
no joy endures, nor any sorrow.
Sol 5.6