أَمَا هذِهِ نَجْدُ أَنيخَا مَطِيَّتِي
لِيَسْقِي بِهَا دَمْعِي مَنَازِلَ عَلْوَةِ
Lo, this is Najd—make my mount kneel, you two,
so that my tears may water ʿAlwa's dwellings there,
وَأَسْاَلَ عَنْ قَلْبِي فَثَمَّ فَقَدْتُهُ
عَشِيَّةَ سَارَ الظَّاعِنُونَ بِمُهْجَتِي
and I may ask after my heart, for there I lost it,
the evening the travelers departed with my lifeblood.
مَنَازِلُ إِطْرَابي وَمَغْنَى تَهَتُّكى
ومَرْبَعُ إِينَاسِي وَمَوْطِنُ خَلْوَتِي
Dwellings of my rapture and the abode of my abandon,
and the spring abode of my intimacy, and the home of my solitude;
وَمَغْنىً بِهِ كَانَ الحَبِيبُ منادِمِي
وَمِنْ قُرْبِهِ رُوحِي وَرَاحِي وَرَاحَتِي
and an abode where the beloved was my drinking companion,
and from his nearness came my spirit, my wine, and my repose.
سَقَى اللهً عَهْدَاً فِيهِ عَهْدٌ فَعِنْدَهُ
رَمَيْتُ إِلى مَوْلَى الخَلاَعَةِ خِلْعَتِي
May God water a time that held a covenant, for then
I cast my robe of honor to the lord of wantonness;
وَفِيهِ سَقَاني مَنْ أُحِبُّ مُدَامَةً
فَمِنْهَا إِلىَ يَوْمِ التَّوَاصُلِ نشْوتِي
and in it the one I love gave me wine to drink,
so my intoxication from it lasts until the day of union.
وَعَاهَدَنيِ فِيهِ بِهِجْرِانِ هَجْرِهِ
وَرَاحَ كَفيلاً لِي بِسُلْوانِ سَلْوَتِي
And in it he pledged to me to abandon his abandonment,
and became my surety for forgetting my forgetfulness.
فَرُحْتُ بهِ بَلْ رَاحَ بِي وَتَرَدَّدَتْ
بِهِ حالَتِي مَا بَيْنَ مَاحٍ وَمُثْبِتِ
So I went with him—rather, he bore me away—and it wavered:
my state, through him, between one who effaces and one who affirms.
فَهَا أَنا مَيَّاسُ المَعَاطِفَ رَافِلٌ
بِبُرْدِي وَمَنْ أَهْوَى مُدَامِي وَحَضْرَتِي
So here I am, swaying my flanks, strutting
in my mantle, and the one I love is my wine and my presence.
أُعِيرُ الشُّمُولَ الصِّرْفُ سُكْرَ شَمَائِلي
وَأَهْدِي إِلى بانِ الحِمَى حُسْنَ خَطْرَتِي
I lend unmixed wine the intoxication of my graces,
and offer the bān trees of the sanctuary the beauty of my swaying gait.
يَميِناً كَذَا يَا عَاذِلِي عَنْ مَلاَمَتِي
وَإِنْ شِئْتَ خُذْ بِالعَذْلِ عَنِّي بِيُسْرَةِ
To the right, this way, O my reproacher—away from reproaching me!
And if you wish, head leftward, away from me, with your reproach.
فَلَيْسَ أَخُوكَ اليَوْمَ مَنْ قَدْ عَهِدْتَهُ
وَلاَ ذَا الهَوى ذَاكَ الهَوَى فَتَثَّبتِ
For your brother today is not the one you once knew,
nor is this love that love—so consider carefully.
Sol 6.1