خَليلَيَّ ما للقَلبِ يَهفُو مِنَ الأسَى
وَمَا لِدُمُوعِ العَينِ كالعَينِ تَنضَخُ
My two friends, why does the heart flutter with sorrow?
And why do the eye’s tears gush like a spring?
خُلِقتُ كما شَاءَ الهَوى طَوعَ حُكمِهِ
فِها أنَأ أبني مُنذُ حينٍ وأفسَخُ
I was created as love willed, obedient to its decree.
So here I am, building and undoing for some time now.
خَضَعتُ لمَحبُوبٍ أذِلُّ لِعِزِّهِ
فَيَنأَى على ذُلٍّ لَدَيهِ وينسَخُ
I submitted to a beloved, abasing myself before his might.
Yet he draws away despite my abasement before him, and effaces it.
خَلَعتُ عِذاري في هَواهُ كأنَّني
أصَمُّ عَنِ العُذَّالِ في لاحُبِّ أصلَخُ
I cast off my bridle in loving him, as though I were
Deaf to reproachers—utterly deaf in love.
خَفيتُ عَنِ الأبصارِ لولا بَقيَّةٌ
مِنَ القَلبِ يبقَى الحُبُّ فيها فَيَصرُخُ
I would have vanished from sight, but for a remnant
Of the heart, where love remains and cries out.
خيالِي كَما لاَح الخِلالُ وراءَهُ
فؤادٌ بِمَسفُوحِ الدِّماءِ مُضَمَّخُ
My shadow appears like a toothpick; behind it
A heart drenched in spilled blood.
خَلِيُّ وَلكن مِن سِواكَ وَفي الحَشَى
ضِرامٌ بأنفاسِ الصَّبَابَةِ تُنفَخُ
I am free of longing for all but you; and in my breast
A blaze is fanned by the breaths of yearning.
خِطابُكَ رَيحاني ورَوحي وجَنَّتي
ومِن دونهِ للرُّوحِ في الجِسم بَرزَخُ
Your words are my sweet basil, my solace, and my paradise.
And without them, there is a barrier for the soul within the body.
خَبَأتُ الهوَى وَهوَ الهَوانُ حَقيقَةً
فَدَعوَتُهُ تُشجي ودَعواهُ تَرسُخُ
I concealed love—and it is truly humiliation.
For its summons brings sorrow, and its claim takes root.
خُذوا الوَجدَ عَن قَلبي عِياناً فإنَّما
زَمانُ التَّصَابِي مِن زَمَاني يُؤَرَّخُ
Learn passion from my heart firsthand, for it is only
From my own time that the age of youthful dalliance is dated.
Sol 6.1