أنا موف في جوارك — Alkadawi

أَنا موفٍ في جوارك

مِن خيالاتِ اِزوِرارك

I am near death within your protection,

from visions of your turning away.

هَب ليَ الروحَ فَروحي

حازَها بعد مزارك

Grant me life, for my soul

has been seized by the remoteness of your abode.

وَاِخلصن ودّك فسرّك

عندَها تمّ جهارك

And make your love sincere; your hidden love

then completes your open avowal.

إِن تُبايعني أبايع

كَ حَياتي وَأُشارك

If you pledge yourself to me, I will pledge

my life to you and be your partner.

صرتَ لي أَكثر بعداً

مِن دِياري عَن دِيارك

You have grown more distant from me

than my homeland is from yours.

فَلكَ القُدرة فَاِرحَم

عاجِزاً عندَ اِقتِدارك

For yours is the power; so have mercy

on one helpless before your might.

وَاِقضني تخليدَ جنّا

تكَ مِن تَعذيبِ نارك

And grant me eternity in your gardens,

instead of the torment of your fire.

وَاِختَصِر في الهجرِ كي يب

رُدَ وَجدي باِختصارِك

And shorten your estrangement, so that

my longing may cool as you shorten it.

خُذ يَميني بِيمينك

وَيَساري بِيَسارك

Take my right hand in your right,

and my left hand in your left.

وَاِحيني منكَ بلثم الث

ثغرِ مِن تحتِ خِمارِك

And revive me with a kiss from

your lips beneath your veil.

وَأَدِر لي من عقارِ الد

دنِّ مزجاً مِن عقارِك

And pass me some wine from the

cask, mingled with your own wine.

فَحَياتي في جنا ور

دِكَ أَو في جلّنارِك

For my life lies in the harvest of

your roses, or in your pomegranate blossom.

وَاِصفراري كونهُ في ال

كونِ مِن كون اِحمِرارِك

And my pallor's existence in the

world is due to the existence of your redness.

كيفَ أغطشتَ ليالِ

يَكَ مِن فوقِ نَهارِك

How have you darkened your nights

above your day?

وَدَمجتَ الغُصنَ فوقَ الد

دعصِ مِن تحتِ إِزارِك

And joined the bough above the

sand dune beneath your waist-wrap?

وَأَرى لا سحرَ ممّا

قيلَ في غيرِ اِحوِرارِك

And I find none of the magic

spoken of, save in your eyes' black-and-white beauty.

إنَّ خِلخالكَ يَشكو

كَ إِذا شَكوى سوارِك

Your anklet indeed complains

of you then, as your bracelet does.

يا نَسيمَ الصبحِ صرّح

مِن أَسانيدِ اِختبارِك

O breeze of dawn, speak plainly

from the evidence of your experience:

أَحملت النشرَ من سح

رك نَحوي وعرارِك

Have you carried the fragrance of your

dawn and your ʿarār flowers toward me?

أيُّها الجاهلُ فَضلي

إِن تماري لَم أمارِك

O you who are ignorant of my worth,

if you dispute it, I will not dispute with you.

قَد أَرى بالحلمِ في جه

لِكَ تَصريح اِعتذارِك

With forbearance, I can see in your

ignorance a plain declaration of your apology.

مَرتَعي في الطلقِ وَالمي

دانِ يزري بمطارِك

My pasture, in open country and the

arena, puts your flight to shame.

حَكَمَ اللّه بأنّي

لِلقَوافي مُتدارِك

God has decreed that I

am a master of rhymes.

قسماً بالشدقَميّا

تِ المُنيفاتِ الحوارِك

I swear by the Shadqamī she-camels,

with their towering withers,

إِنّ نضوَ الحمدِ في رب

عِ أَبي المنصورِ بارِك

that praise's weary camel, in the

abode of Abū al-Manṣūr, is kneeling.

ملكٌ لَيسَ لهُ في

رُتبةِ العَليا مُشارِك

A king who has no peer in

the rank of highest glory;

كعبةُ الوفدِ وتاجُ ال

عزِّ بَل ليثُ المَعارِك

the Kaaba of delegations, the crown of

glory—nay, the lion of battles.

ليسَتِ العليا لهُ مُذ

تَمّ عقدُ النكحِ فارِك

High glory has not, since

the marriage bond was sealed, been a wife who shuns him.

وَجههُ بالحمدِ في دس

تِ مَعاليه مُشارِك

His face shares in praise upon the

throne of his exalted deeds.

أيُّها الشمس تودُّ الش

شمسُ دارت في مدارِك

O sun, the sun wishes

it might revolve in your orbit.

إنّما الأدب وانتشار

والمعالي لم يجارك

Only learning and renown,

and lofty deeds, have not kept pace with you.

وأَرى جارَ أبي حن

بل عزّاً دونَ جارِك

And I deem the neighbor of Abū

Ḥanbal lower in honor than your neighbor.

لو طلبتَ النجمَ ثأراً

نلتَ منهُ أخذ ثارِك

If you sought vengeance from the star,

you would exact your revenge upon it.