عَسَى لَيْلُ آمَالِي بِوَجْهِكَ يُصْبِحُ
وَيْسعِفُنِي الدَّهْرُ البَخِيلُ وَيَسْمَحُ
May the night of my hopes dawn upon your face.
And may miserly time come to my aid and show generosity.
وَيَسْكُنُ قَلْبٌ قَدْ تَمَادَى خُفُوقُهُ
ويَخْلُصُ طَرْفٌ رَاحَ لِلدَّمْعِ يَسْفَحُ
May a heart whose beating has gone on too long grow still.
And may an eye that has been shedding tears find relief.
أُؤَمِلَ أَنْ يَبْدُو لِعَيْنِي جَمَالُها
عَسَى لَحْظُهَا في رَوْضَةِ الحُسْنِ يَسرَحُ
I hope her beauty will appear before my eyes.
Perhaps her gaze will wander through the garden of beauty.
فَلَما بَدَتْ أَطَرَقْتُ في الحِينِ هَيْبَةٌ
وَمَنْ ذا لِعَيْنِ الشَّمْسِ بالعَيْنِ يَلْمِحُ
But when she appeared, I lowered my eyes at once in awe.
For who can look straight at the eye of the sun?
تَعَرَّضْ لآرامِ الصَّرِيمِ لَعَلَّهَا
بِأَلْحَاظِهَا تَرْمِي حَشَاكَ وتَجْرَحُ
Present yourself to the gazelles of al-Ṣarīm; perhaps
Their glances will strike your innermost heart and wound it.
فَمَا عَاشَ إِلاَّ مَيِّتٌ في حِمَاهُمُ
ومَا مَاتَ إِلاَّ مَن لأَهْليهِ يَصْلُحُ
No one lives in their domain except as one already dead.
And no one dies except one who would be of use to his family.
إِذَا أَسَرَتْ قَلْبِي عُيونُ أُهَيْلِهِ
فَلاَ عِشْتُ إنْ أَمَّلْتُ أَنَّي أُسَرْحُ
If the eyes of its people have taken my heart captive,
May I not live if I ever hope to be set free.
وَأَيْنَ جَمِيلٌ مِنْ غَرَامِي وقَدْ غَدَا
لَدِيهِ جَمِيلُ الصَّبْرِ فِي الحُبِّ يَقْبُحُ
And where is Jamīl beside my passion, when even
The beauty of patience in love has become ugly to him?
Sol 6