عَينَاكَ أمَكَنَتِ الشَّيطَانَ مِن خَلَدِي
إنَّ العُيُونَ لأَعوَانُ الشَّيَاطِينِ
Your eyes let the devil into my heart.
Eyes are surely the devils’ helpers.
كَم لَيلَةٍ بِتُّ مَطوِيَّا عَلَى حَرَقٍ
أَشكُو إلَى النَّجمِ حَتَّى كَادَ يَشكُونِي
How many nights I lay curled up with burning anguish,
complaining to the star until it nearly complained of me.
يا مَا أُمَيلَحَهُ ظَبيٌ فُتِنتُ بِهِ
وَأيُّ خَلقٍ بِظَبيٍ غَيرُ مَفتُونش
How lovely is the gazelle that has captivated me!
And who has ever seen a gazelle and remained uncharmed?
يَجلُو نَبَاتض أَقَاحٍ مِن بَنَاتِ فَمٍ
يُسمَى بِمِثلِ بُنَيَّاتِ الزَّرَاجِينِ
It reveals a growth of daisies among the daughters of a mouth,
called by a name like the little daughters of the vines.
وَوَجنَتَينِ هُمَا تُفَّاحَتَا قُبَلِي
فَاترُك سِوَايَ وَتُفَّاحَ البَسَاتِينِ
And two cheeks are the apples of my kisses;
so leave aside the apples of the gardens and turn to me.
فُتُونُ عَينَيكَ تَنهَانِي وَتأمُرُنِي
وَوَردُ خَدَّيكض يُغرِي بِي وَيُغرِينِي
The enchantment of your eyes forbids me and commands me,
and the roses of your cheeks tempt me and draw me on.
أمَا لَئِن بِعتُ دِينِي وَاشتَرَيتُ بِهِ
دُنيَا لَمَا بِعتُ فِيكَ الدِّينَ بِالدُّونِ
Even if I sold my faith and bought with it
the world, I would never sell my faith in you for something base.
أستَغفِرُ اللهَ لاَ وَالله مَا نَفَعَت
فِي سِحرِ مُقلَتِهِ آيَاتُ يَاسِينٍِ
I ask God’s forgiveness—no, by God, the verses of Yā Sīn
have not helped against the spell of his eyes.
سًبحَانَ مَن خَلَقَ الأشيَاءَ قَاطِبَةً
تُرَاهُ صَوَّرَ ذَاكَ الجِسمَ مِن طِينِ
Glory to the One who created all things:
could He have shaped that body from clay?
يَا أهلَ صَبرَةَ وَالأحبَابُ عِندَكُمُ
إن كَانَ عِندَكُمُ صَبرٌ فَوَاسُونِي
People of Ṣabra, my loved ones are among you;
if you have any patience to spare, console me.
إنِّي أدِينُ بِدِينش الحُبِّ وَيحَكُمُ
وَاللهُ قَد قَالَ لاَ إكرَاهَ فِي الدِّينِ
I profess the religion of love—alas for you!
And God has said, “There is no compulsion in religion.”
مَولاَيَ لاَ تُشمِتِ الأَعدَاءَ بِي وَإذَا
نَسِيتَ قَولِيَ فَاذكُر قَولَ هَارُونِ
My master, do not let my enemies rejoice at my plight; and if
you forget my words, remember Aaron’s words.
حَاسِب هَوَاكَ بِمَا أنفَقتُ مِن عُمُرِي
وَاللهِ لَو كَانَ عُمرِي كَنزَ قَارُونِ
Reckon the worth of your love by the years of my life I have spent;
by God, even if my life were the treasure of Qārūn.
لَو كُنتُ أمَلِكُ نَفسِي يَا مُعَذِّبَهَا
قَرَّبتُهَا لَكَ في بَعضِ القَرَابِينِ
If I owned my soul, you who torment it,
I would offer it to you among the sacrifices.
Sol 6