أَفِي وَلَهِي بِاسْمِ المَلِيحَةِ تَعْتِبُ
وَتُعْرِضُ إِنْ وَحَّدْتُهَا ثُمَّ تَغْضَبُ
Do you reproach me for my rapture at the fair one's name?
And turn away if I declare her one, then grow angry?
وَلَوْ فُزْتَ مِنْ ذَاكَ الجَمْالِ بِنَظْرَةٍ
لأَصْبَحَ مِنْكَ العَقْلُ يُسْبىَ وَيُسْلَبُ
If you were granted a single glimpse of that beauty,
Your reason would be captured and stolen from you.
وَهَبْتُكَ سُلْوَاني وَصَبْري كِلاَهُما
وَأَمَّا غَرَامِي فَهْوَ مَا لَيْسَ يُوهَبُ
I have given you both my solace and my patience;
But my ardent love is something I cannot give away.
وَقَيَّدْتُ أَشْوَاقِي بإطْلاقِ صَبْوةٍ
إليْهَا صَبَابَاتُ المُحِبينَ تُنْسَبُ
I bound my longings by setting loose a passion
To which the ardors of lovers are attributed.
فَهَا أَنَا والسَّاقي يُنَاوِلُ كأسَهَا
فَأَشْرَبُ صِرْفاً أَوْ يُغَنيِّ فَأَطْرَبُ
Here I am, while the cupbearer offers her cup:
I drink it undiluted, or he sings and I am enraptured.
فَإنْ لاَمَ فِيهَا الشَّيْخُ طِفْلَ غَرَامِهَا
عَلَى سُكْرِهِ فالشَّيْخُ كالطِّفْلِ يَلْعَبُ
If the shaykh blames the child of her love
For his drunkenness, the shaykh himself plays like a child.
تُذَكِّرُنِي الحَلاَّجَ وَالكَأْسُ تُجْتَلَى
وَلَكِنَّهَا عَنْهُ تُصَانُ وَتُحْجَبُ
She reminds me of al-Hallaj as the cup is displayed,
Yet she is guarded and veiled from him.
وَلَوْ لَمْ يَرَوْا رَاووُقَهَا كَصَلِيِبهِ
لَمَا عَذَروُا حلاَّجَهَا حِينَ يُصْلَبُ
Had they not seen her wine strainer like his cross,
They would not have excused her Hallaj when he is crucified.
Sol 6