Sol 6.1

  1. وَدَدتُ أَن لَو تَراجَعنا بِأَلسُنِنا

    كَفى تَراجُعُنا مِن أَلسُنِ الكُتُبِ

    I wish we could converse with our own tongues;

    Enough of our exchanges through the tongues of letters!

  2. وَكَم رَسائِلِ تَسليمٍ مُحَمَّلَةٍ

    لِلطَيفِ وَالبَرقِ وَالأَرواحِ وَالسُحُبِ

    How many letters of greeting have been entrusted

    To the dream-phantom, the lightning, the winds, and the clouds!

  3. وَلَيسَ يَخلو حَديثُ الطَيفِ مِن جَزَعٍ

    وَلا حَديثُ نَسيمِ الريحِ مِن نُوَبِ

    And the dream-phantom's speech is not free of anguish,

    Nor the speech of the wind's breeze free of calamities,

  4. وَلا تَبسُّمُ وَجهِ البَرقِ مِن مَلَقٍ

    وَلا تَصوُّبُ دَمعِ السُحبِ مِن حَصَبِ

    Nor the smile on lightning's face free of flattery,

    Nor the clouds' falling tears free of hailstones.

  5. وَفي اللِقاءِ لَوَ اَنَّ الدَهرَ جادَ بِهِ

    مِنَ الأَحاديثِ صَفوٌ غَيرُ مُؤتَشِبِ

    And in meeting—if only time would grant it—

    Lies pure, unmingled conversation.

  6. هُنالِكَ اِشتَعَلَت نارٌ فَما اِشتَعَلَت

    غَيرُ الضُلوعِ وَلا أَورَيتُ بِالحَطَبِ

    There a fire blazed, yet nothing burned

    But my ribs; nor did I kindle it with firewood.

  7. صَحِبتُ دُنيايَ لا مُستَصحِباً لِرِضاً

    وَالمَوتُ مِن صُحبَةِ الدُنيا عَلى غَضَبِ

    I kept my world company, with no contentment as companion;

    And death is angered by companionship with this world.

  8. لَفظٌ يُصيخُ لَهُ سَمعُ البَليغِ فَما

    يَذوقُ ذائِقُهُ ضَرباً مِنَ الضَرَبِ

    A saying to which the eloquent lend an ear; yet

    Whoever tastes it tastes no kind of honey.

  9. هَذا المُحِبُّ المُخِبُّ السَيرِ نَحوَكُمُ

    تُراهُ يَرجِعُ عَنكُم خائِبَ الخَبَبِ

    This lover, hastening on his way toward you—

    Do you think he will return from you, his haste unrewarded?

  10. مُعَمَّرٌ وُدُّهُ فيكُم وَمُغتَبِطٌ

    رَجاؤُهُ مِنكُمُ كَالراحِ وَالحَبَبِ

    Long-lived is his love for you, and joyful

    His hope in you—like wine and its bubbles.