يا بَرْقَ نَجْدٍ هَلْ حَكَيْتَ فُؤَادِي
فِي ذَا التَّلَّهُبِ والخُفُوقِ البَادِي
O lightning of Najd, have you mirrored my heart
in this blazing and this visible fluttering?
لَوْلاَ اشْتِرَاكُ هَوَاكُمَا لمْ تَسْفَحَا
دَمْعَيْكُمَا في سَفْحِ ذَاكَ الوَادِي
Were it not for the love you both share, you would not have shed
your tears on the slope of that valley.
أَتُرىَ سُوَيْكِنَةُ الحِمَى بِجَمَالِهَا
سَلَبَتْ رُقَادَكَ في الهَوى وَرُقَادِي
Do you suppose the little dweller of the sanctuary, with her beauty,
has stolen your sleep in love, and mine?
عَرَّضْتُ قَلْبِي يَوْمَ رَامَةَ إِذْ بَدَتْ
بِنَوَاظِرٍ تَحْكي حُدُودَ حِدَادِ
I exposed my heart that day at Rama, when she appeared
with eyes resembling sharp blade-edges.
وَسَأَلْتُهَا سَلْبِي لِعِلْمِيَ أَنْ مَنْ
سَلَبَتْهُ صَارَ أَمِيرَ ذَاكَ النَّادِي
And I asked her to rob me, knowing that whoever
she robbed became the prince of that gathering.
وَأَغَنَّ تَعْشَقُ لَيْنَهُ قُضُبُ النَّقَا
إِنْ مَاسَ أَهْيَفُ قَدِّهِ الميَادِ
And a sweet-voiced one, whose suppleness the dune's branches adore
when his slender, swaying figure moves gracefully,
يسقِي الندِيمَ بِكَأْسِهِ وَبِلَحْظِهِ
وَبِثَغْرِهِ رَيّاً فَيُصْبِحُ صَادِي
gives his drinking companion drink with his cup and with his glance,
and with his lips, to satiety—yet the companion grows thirsty.
مَاذَاكَ إِلاَّ أَنَّ وَقَّادَ الجَوَى
بَيْنَ الجَوَانِحِ دَائِمُ الإِيْقَادِ
That is only because the kindler of longing
between the ribs is forever kindling.
وَيَبِيتُ أَدْنَى لِلحَشَا مِنْ مُهْجَتِي
وَأَبِيتُ أَشْكُو مِنْهُ فَرْطَ بُعَادِ
And he spends the night nearer my heart than my lifeblood,
while I spend the night lamenting his utter remoteness.
فَكَأَنَّمَا نَهْوَى اتحَادَ وَصِالِنَا
شَغَفاً وَنَكْرَهُ فُرْقَةَ التَّعْدَادِ
So it is as though we long for the oneness of our union,
passionately, and hate the division of multiplicity.
Sol 6.1