يَا خَدَّهُ وَثَنَايَا ثَغْرِهِ النّضِدِ
مَنْ سَوّغَ الجَمْعَ بَيْنَ الجَمْرِ وَالبَرَدِ
O his cheek and the neatly arrayed front teeth of his mouth!
Who permitted embers and hail to come together?
وَيَا تَلَهُّبَ قَلْبِي فِي مَحَاسِنِهِ
قَدْ أُعْجِزَ الدَّمْعُ أَنْ يُطْفِيكَ فَاتَّقِدِ
O blaze of my heart amid his beauty,
Tears have failed to extinguish you, so burn on.
مَا ضَرَّ مِعْطَفَكَ البَّادِي تَأَوُّدُهُ
لَوْ كَانَ يُبْقِي تَثَنِّيةِ عَلى أَوَدِي
What harm would it do your form, whose graceful sway is plain,
If its bending spared my bent frame?
وَصَلْتَ هَجْرَكَ إِعْرِاضاً لِتَقْطَعَنِي
أَمَا كَفَاكَ الذِّي أَخْلَدْتَ فِي خَلَدِي
You have added coldness to your abandonment to cut me off.
Is what you have lodged in my heart not enough for you?
لَوْ كَانَ يَعْلَمُ طَرْفِي أَنْ يَزيدَ ظَماً
فِي وِرْدِهِ مَاءَ ذَاكَ الحُسْنِ لَمْ يَرِدِ
If my eye knew it would grow thirstier
By drinking the water of that beauty, it would not drink.
فاليَوْمَ مِنْ فَرْطِ إِلْفِي بِالصَّبَابَةِ لَوْ
تَرُومُ نُقْصَانَ مَا أَلْقَى لَقُلْتُ زِدِ
Today, so accustomed am I to longing that if
You sought to lessen what I suffer, I would say, ‘More.’
فَلاَ تُغِبْ نَاظِراً تَلْقَاكَ عَبْرَتُهُ
فالشَّمْسُ تُسْبِلُ دَمْعَ الأَعْيُنِ الرُّمُدِ
So do not vanish from an eye whose tears greet you:
The sun makes inflamed eyes shed tears.
Sol 6