سكت يا قوم شهراً واختفيت وما
منكم سؤال ولا لي بينكم خبرُ
I kept silent, my people, for a month and vanished, yet
No inquiry came from you, nor any word of me among you.
أمسيت من علتي في غير عالمكم
ليلي أسىً ونهاري كله ضجرُ
My illness has left me in a world apart from yours;
My night is sorrow, and my whole day is tedium.
وبت في معزل منكم وأين أنا
من المتوج أرجوه وأعتذر
And I spent the night secluded from you—how far I am
From the crowned one! I beseech him and offer my excuses.
أريد حمل نصيبي من أمانته
فيلتوي تحته عزْمي وينكسر
I wish to bear my share of his entrusted duty,
But beneath it my resolve bends and breaks.
تموج بالمهرجانات البلاد وما
في المهرجانات لي سمع ولا بصر
The land surges with festivals, yet
At the festivals I have neither hearing nor sight.
ولو ملكت يدي في يومه وفمي
كانت له منّيَ الأوضاح والغرر
And had I commanded my hand and mouth on his day,
He would have had from me brilliant, choice verses.
وما أقول وفي برئي غداً أملٌ
حسبي من العمر ذكرى أمس والأثر
And I do not say—while there is hope of my recovery tomorrow—
“Yesterday’s memory and its trace are enough of life for me.”
وقد صبرت على البلوى إلى أجل
ولست أعلم ما يأتي به القدر
And I have patiently borne affliction for an allotted span,
And I do not know what fate will bring.
Sol 6.1