مَن لِقَلبٍ أَمسى حَزيناً مُعَنّى
مُستَكيناً قَد شَفَّهُ ما أَجَنّا
Who will tend the heart, grown sorrowful and tormented,
broken and submissive, worn thin by what it conceals?
إِثرَ شَخصٍ نَفسي فَدَت ذاكَ شَخصاً
نازِحَ الدارِ بِالمَدينَةِ عَنّا
Yearning after one—may my soul ransom that person—
whose dwelling is distant, in Medina, far from us.
أَن أَراهُ وَاللَهُ يَعلَمُ يَوماً
مُنتَهى رَغبَتي وَما أَتَمَنّى
To see him—God knows—one day
is the utmost of my longing and all I desire.
لَيتَ حَظّي كَطَرفَةِ العَينِ مِنها
وَكَثيرٌ مِنها القَليلُ المُهَنّا
Would that my share of it were but an eye’s blink;
even the smallest untroubled share would be abundance.
أَو حَديثٍ عَلى خَلاءٍ يُسَلّي
ما أَجَنَّ الضَميرَ مِنها وَمَنّا
Or a private conversation that might soothe
the secrets my heart conceals of him and of us.
أَنَرى نِعمَةً نَراها عَلَينا
مِنكَ يَوماً قَبلا المَماتِ وَمِنّا
Shall we ever see a blessing bestowed upon us
from you, one day before death, as an act of grace?
خَبِّرينا بِما كَتَبتِ إِلَينا
أَهُوَ الحَقُّ أَم تَهَزَّأتِ مِنّا
Tell us about what you wrote to us:
was it true, or were you mocking us?
ما نَرى راكِباً يُخَبِّرُ عَنكُم
أَو يُريدُ الحِجازَ إِلّا حِزَنّا
We never see a rider bringing news of you,
or one bound for the Hijaz, without grieving.
ثُمَّ ما نِمتُ بَعدَكُم مِن مَنامٍ
مُنذُ فارَقتُ أَرضَكُم مُطمَئِنّا
And away from you I have not slept a single sleep
since I left your land, tranquil and at ease.
ثُمَّ ما تُذكَرينَ لِلقَلبِ إِلّا
زيدَ شَوقاً إِلَيكُمُ وَاِستُجِنّا
And whatever you recall to the heart only makes it
grow in longing for you and go mad.
ذاكَ أَنّي ذَكَرتُ قَبلَكِ يَوماً
يا صَفِيَّ الفُؤادِ لا تَنسِيَنّا
That is because, one day before you, I had said:
O cherished one of my heart, do not forget us.
Sol 5.6