يَا سَيْفَ مُقْلَتِهِ سَكِرْتَ فَعَرْبِدِ
كَيْفَ اشْتَهَرْتَ عَلى المُحِبِّ المُكْمَدِ
O sword of his eye, you have grown drunk—now run riot!
O sword of his eye, you have grown drunk—so run wild!
How came you to be unsheathed against the grief-worn lover?
How have you been drawn against the grief-stricken lover?
ورَمَيْتَ عَنْ قَوْسِ الفُتُورِ فَأَصْبَحَتْ
غَرَضاً لأَسْهُمِكَ القُلُوبُ فَسَدِّدِ
You loosed from the bow of languor, and so
And you shot from the bow of languor, so they became
hearts became a target for your arrows—then aim true.
a target for your arrows—the hearts—so aim true!
مَنْ لَمْ يَمُتْ بِعَذَابِ حُرْقَةِ قَلْبِهِ
مُتَنَعِّماً لاَ فَازَ مِنْكَ بِمَوْعِدِ
Whoever does not die from the torment of his heart’s burning,
Whoever does not die from the torment of his heart's burning anguish,
delighting in it—may he never win a promised tryst from you.
delighting in it—may he gain no promised meeting from you.
لِلصَّبِّ أُسْوَةُ خَالِ خَدِّكَ إِنَّهُ
مُتَمَتِّعُ فِي جَمْرِهِ المُتَوَقِّدِ
Your cheek’s mole offers the lovesick lover solace: it too
For the lovesick lover, your cheek's mole is a model; indeed, it
takes its pleasure amid its blazing embers.
takes delight in its blazing embers.
Sol 6.1