قد جاد طيفُك لي بِوَعْدِك
وَأَدَالَني من طُوْلِ صَدِّك
Your phantom has generously fulfilled your promise to me,
Your phantom came to me with your promise
and given me redress for your long rejection.
And consoled me from your long estrangement
ودنا إليَّ مُعانقاً
ومصافِحاً خَدّي بخدِّكْ
And it drew near to embrace me,
It came close, embracing me
and brushed my cheek with yours.
And shook my cheek with your cheek
وظفِرتُ مِنْكَ بِمَا هَوَيْ
تُ بحمدِ طَيْفكِ لا بِحَمْدِكْ
And I gained from you what I desired,
And I obtained from it what I desired
thanks to your phantom, not to you.
Thanks to your phantom, not to you
وَهَتَكْتُ سِتْرَ ضِياءِ جِسْ
مِكَ من فُتُوقِ سحابِ بُرْدِكْ
And I tore away the veil over your body's radiance,
And I uncovered the veil of your body's radiance
through the rents in the cloud of your cloak.
From the openings of your cool cloud's cover
وَحَلَلْتُ عَقْدَ إِزَارِهِ
حلَّ الخِيَانَةَ عَقْدَ وُدِّكْ
And I untied the knot of its waistcloth,
And I untied the knot of its waist-wrap
as treachery undid the bond of your affection.
As betrayal unties the knot of your affection
يا ظالِمي مُتَجَنِّياً
ماذا أرَدْتَ بِظُلْمِ عَبْدِكْ
O you who wrong me without cause,
Oh my unjust tormentor
what did you seek by wronging your slave?
What did you intend by wronging your servant?
لم تحمِلُ الظُّلمَ التقي
لَ وأَنْتَ تَشْكو حَمْلَ عِقْدِكْ
Why do you bear such heavy oppression,
Why do you, who complain of shouldering fetters
when you complain of bearing your necklace?
Bear the burden of injustice, no indeed?
ما لي أخصُّكَ بالدُّنُوْ
وِ وَأَنْتَ تَجْزِيْني بِبُعْدِكْ
Why do I single you out for closeness,
Why do I single you out for intimacy
while you repay me with your distance?
While you reward me with your distance?
أمَّا القَضِيْبُ فَإِنَّهُ
مُتَعَلِّمٌ من فعل قَدِّكْ
As for the slender bough, it is indeed
As for the penis, it is
a pupil of your figure's movements.
Learning from your past actions
وَأَرَى لِطَرْفِكَ عسكراً
هاروتُ فِيْهِ أميرُ جُنْدِلْ
And I see an army belonging to your gaze;
And I see that your glance has an army
Harut is there, commander of your troops [final word uncertain].
Harut is its captain of soldiers
أفلا يَتِيْهُ بِكَ الجما
لُ وأنْتَ فيه نسيجُ وَحْدِكْ
Should not beauty take pride in you,
Does not beauty get lost with you
when in it you are one of a kind?
While you in it are the web of loneliness?
Sol 6.1