فَضَحْتَ جِيدَ الغَزَالِ بِالجَيَدِ
وَفُقْتَهُ بِالدَّلاَلِ والغَيَدِ
You put the gazelle's neck to shame with your neck's grace,
And surpassed it in coy charm and supple grace.
وَكُنْتَ أَوْلىَ مِنَ الغُصُونِ بِمَا
يُعْزَى لأَعْطَافِهَا مِنَ المَيَدِ
And you had greater claim than the branches to what
Is ascribed to their limbs: their swaying.
يَا سَاقِياً مُهْجَتِي كُؤُوسَ هَوَىً
وَسَايقاً مُقْلَتِي إِلى السَّهَدِ
O you who give my soul cups of love to drink,
And drive my eye into sleeplessness,
حَسْبِي وَحَسْبُ الهَوَى وَحَسْبُكَ مَا
يَفْعَلُهُ الهَجْرُ بي فَلاَ تَزِد
Enough for me, for love, and for you is what
Abandonment does to me; so add no more.
أَنَا الذِي أَحْتَسِي الخُدُودَ فَلِمْ
تسْتُرُهَا بِالعِذَارِ وَالزَّرَدِ
I am the one who sips cheeks; so why
Do you veil them with cheek hair and chain mail?
حَلَلْتَ قَلْبِي وَرُحْتَ تَمْنَعُنِي
حَلَّ نِطَاقٍ بِالخَصْرِ مُنْعَقِدِ
You lodged in my heart, then went on to forbid me
To undo a girdle knotted at the waist.
عِنْدِي مِنَ الوَجْدِ مَا بهِ أُحُدٌ
يفِي وَلَمْ أُبْدِهِ إِلى أَحدِ
I bear a longing that Mount Uhud
Can match; yet I have revealed it to no one.
كَمْ فِيكَ لِلعاذِلينَ مِنْ عَدَدٍ
قَدْ أَتْعِبَتْ قَبَلاَ لَهَا عُدَدِي
How numerous are the reproachers over you,
They have exhausted my defenses as I confront them!
وَا عَجَبا وَالدُّمُوعُ في حلَب
والقَلْبُ حَرَّانَ وَهو في صَفدِ
O wonder! Tears flow in Aleppo,
And the heart is parched—Harran—though fettered in Safad.
بِاللهِ يَا لَيْلِي الطَّوُيِلَ لَقَدْ
قَصَّرْتَ نَوْمِي وَلَمْ تَعُدْ بِغَدِ
By God, O my long night, you have indeed
Shortened my sleep and brought no morrow.
جَعَلْتَ حَظِّي فِي الحُبِّ مُنْعَكِساً
فَجُدْ بِوَصْلٍ للصِّبَّ مُطِّرِدِ
You have reversed my fortune in love;
So grant the lovesick lover uninterrupted union,
حَتَّى تَرَانِي أَقُولُ مِنْ طَرَبٍ
يَا عَيْنُ رُودِي وَيا شَفَاةُ رِدِي
Until you see me saying in delight:
O eye, roam, and O lip, come to drink!
أَوُدَعْتَنِي صِبْوةً أَوَائِلُهَا
يَقْصُرُ عَنْها أَوَاخِرُ الأَبد
You placed in me a passion whose beginnings
The farthest reaches of eternity fall short of.
أَوْرَدْتِنيِ فَوقَ مَا أُطِيقٌ جَوَىً
وَفَوْقَ طَوقِي في الحُبِّ لاَ تَزِدِ
You made me drink love's anguish beyond what I can bear;
And do not exceed my capacity in love.
فَإِنَّ مَنْ كَانَ فَوْقَ طَاقَتِهِ
يَحْمِلُ تَعْجَزْ قُوَاهُ فَاتَّئِدِ
For whoever, beyond his capacity,
Bears a burden will find his strength fail; so go gently.
رَوَيْتُ قَتْلِيَ عَنْ مُقْلَتَيْكَ فَفِي
رِوايَتي قَتْلَتِي بلا سَنَدِ
I narrated my slaying on your two eyes' authority; so in
My account, my death has no chain of transmission.
فَلمْ يُكذِّبْ رِوَايَتِي أَحَدٌ
إِذْ لَمْ يُكَذَّبْ هَوَايَ مِنْ أَحَدِ
No one, then, called my account false,
Since my love was denied by no one.
بِالَّلهِ لاَ تُرْسِلِ الجُفُونَ إِلى
قَلْبِي فَمَا لِلقُلُوبِ مِنْ عَدَدِ
By God, do not send your eyelids toward
My heart, for hearts have no defenses.
وَخلِّ جَفْنِي لاَ تُفِْنِهِ سِقماً
لاَ بُدَّ لِلرُّوحِ فِيكَ مِنْ جَسَدِ
And spare my eyelid; do not waste it away with sickness:
In loving you, the soul must have a body.
مَا خُلْدِيَ بِالقُرْبِ مِنْكَ فَلِمْ
رَمَيْتَ سَهْمَ الجُفُونِ فِي خَلَدِي
Being near you does not make me immortal; why, then,
Did you shoot the arrow of your eyelids into my inmost heart?
Sol 6.1