دموعي أبت إلا انسكابا لعلها — أبو زيد الفازازي

دُمُوعِي أبَت إلاّ انسِكاباً لَعَلَّها

بِمَكنُونِ حُبِّي عِندَ خِلِّيَ تَشهَدُ

My tears would do nothing but pour forth; perhaps they

bear witness before my beloved to my hidden love.

دَنَوتُ فأقصَاني فَعُدتُ فَرَدَّني

فَلا هُوَيُدنِيني ولا أنا أبعُدُ

I drew near, but he drove me away; I returned, but he turned me back.

So he does not bring me near, nor do I draw away.

دُهِيتُ بِفقدَانٍ لِمَن قَد وَجَدتُهُ

فَلا إمَدمَعُ يَرقَا ولا وَجدَ يَخمُدُ

I was stricken by the loss of one I had found;

so no tear ceases to flow, nor does yearning die down.

دَبيبُ الهَوى بينَ الضُّلُُوع مُؤجِّجٌ

لهَيبَ اشتياقٍ فيهِ للقَلب مَوردُ

Love's creeping between the ribs kindles

a blaze of yearning in which the heart has a watering place.

دَعاني فَمَن ذَاقَ الهَوى ثَمّ لم يَنَل

وصَالَ حَبيبٍ كيفَ لا يتَنَهَّدُ

Leave me be, you two, for whoever tastes love and then fails to gain

union with a beloved—how can he not sigh?

دَعاوَى الأسَى عِندي عَلَيكَ صَحِيحةٌ

فَقَلبيَ خَفَّاقٌ وَجَفنِي مُسَهَّدُ

The claims of sorrow I hold against you are well founded:

for my heart flutters, and my eyelid is kept sleepless.

دَمِي بِكًَ مَسفوكٌ وَدمعِي بسَفكِهِ

فَيَصلُحُ قَلبي فيكَ مِن حَيثُ يَفسُدُ

My blood is spilled because of you, and my tears with its spilling;

so my heart is mended in you, precisely where it is ruined.

دَفَائنُ حُبٍّ في لُحودِ جَوانحٍ

لهابِكَ حَشرٌ كُلَّ يومٍ ومَوعِدُ

Love's buried treasures, in the tombs of the ribs,

have, through you, a resurrection and an appointed meeting each day.

دُجايَ إذا واصَلتَ يَومٌ مُؤبَّدٌ

ويَومِي إذَا أبعَدتَ لَيلٌ مُسَرمَدُ

My darkness, when you grant union, is an everlasting day,

and my day, when you withdraw, is a night without end.

دُنُوُّكَ أقصَى ما أقحِبُّ وأشتَهي

فإن نِلتُهُ فَهوَ النَّعيمُ المُخَلَّدُ

Your nearness is the utmost of what I love and desire;

for if I attain it, it is everlasting bliss.