ذِكَرُ الرَبابِ وَكانَ قَد هَجَرا
ذِكرى قُرَيبَةَ أَحدَثَت وَطَرا
The mention of the rabab though abandoned
Brought up memories of one held dear
وَلَها بِأَعلى الخَيفِ مَنزِلَةٌ
هاجَت لَهُ شَوقاً فَما صَبَرا
In the most exalted spot it had its place
For him in yearning unrestrained it stirred
وَالبُردُ بَينَ الجُلَّتَينِ بِهِ
تَجتَنُّ مِمَّن طافَ أَو نَظَرا
Between garments two, the cold with him
From all who roamed around, it hid with care
قالَت لِتِربَيها بِعَمرِكُما
هَل تَطمَعانِ بِأَن نَرى عُمَرا
To both her friends, she said, for your lives
Can you hope that we will Umar see?
إِنّي كَأَنَّ النَفسَ موجِسَةٌ
وَلِذاكَ أَطمَعُ أَنَّهُ حَضَرا
My soul seems to sense that he draws near
And so for him I pine, hoping he's here
فَأَجابَتاها في مُهازَلَةٍ
وَأَسَرَّتا مِن قَولِها سَخَرا
In jest they answered her, and at her words
Mockingly laughed, amusement bare
إِنّا لَعَمرُكِ ما نَخافُ وَما
نَرجو زِيارَةَ زائِرٍ ظُهُرا
By your life, we fear not, nor hope
A visitor's arrival, not now, not e'er
لَو كانَ يَأتينا مُجاهَرَةً
فيمَن تَرَينَ إِذاً لَقَد شُهِرا
If he came openly, who would you see?
Then spread wide his name, no shame or fear
قالَت لَها الصُغرى وَقَد حَلَفَت
بِاللَهِ لا يَأتيكُما شَهرا
The younger said, swearing by God's name
A month he will not come, have no care
فَتَنَفَّسَت صَعَداً لِحِلفَتِها
وَهَوَت فَشَقَّت جَيبَها فَطرا
Upwards she sighed at her oath so strong
And plunged, her garment torn side to flare
وَجَرَت مَآقيها بِأَدمُعِها
جَزَعاً وَقالَت حُبَّ مَن ذُكِرا
With tears flowing, her misfortune she told
For love of the mentioned, grief laid bare
يا رَبِّ إِنّي قَد شُغِفتُ بِهِ
أَعقِب فُؤادي مِنهُمُ صَبرا
O Lord, for him I pine, follow my heart
With patience from them, I cannot bear
بَينا تُحاوِرُهُنَّ قُمتُ إِلى
أَقفائِهِنَّ لِأَسمَعَ الحَورا
While speaking to them, I came up behind
To hear their talk, a welcome snare
فَأَرابَ إِحداهُنَّ فَاِلتَفَتَت
وَطئي فَلَمّا أَثبَتَت نَظَرا
I startled one, she turned, when her gaze met mine
To the others she said, an open brother's here
قالَت لَهُنَّ أَخو مُجاهَرَةٍ
قَد جاءَنا يَمشي وَما اِستَتَرا
Amongst them a cheek I'll ne'er forget
Until my grave meets its gravemate near
فيهِنَّ خَودٌ لَستُ ناسِيَها
حَتّى تُجاوِرَ حُفرَتي حُفرا