Sol 6.1

  1. حَتّى مَتى لا يَبرَحُ التَبريحُ

    وَإِلامَ أَكتُمُ وَالسَقامُ يَبوحُ

    How long will this torment last?

    And how long shall I conceal it, while sickness reveals it?

  2. لا شَرحُ كُتُبِ أَحِبَتي يَأتي وَلا

    صَدري بِغَيرِ حَديثِهِم مَشروحُ

    No account from my loved ones' letters reaches me, nor

    is my breast gladdened by anything but talk of them.

  3. يا بَرقُ حَيِّ الغَوطَتَينِ وَسَقِّها

    مَطَراً حَكاهُ دَمعِيَ المَسفوحُ

    O lightning, greet the two Ghoutas and water them

    with rain mirrored by my streaming tears.

  4. كَيفَ الحَياةُ لِمُستَهامٍ جِسمُهُ

    في بَعلَبَكَّ وَفي دِمَشقَ الروحُ

    What life is there for one mad with love, whose body

    is in Baalbek, while his soul is in Damascus?

  5. ظَبيٌ بِها لَم يَرعَ إِلّا مُهجَتي

    وَالظَبيُ ما مَرعاهُ إِلّا الشيحُ

    A gazelle there has grazed on nothing but my heart,

    yet a gazelle's only pasture is wormwood.

  6. تَشتاقُهُ عَيني وَيُبكيها دَماً

    وَالقَلبُ وَهُوَ بِصَدِّهِ مَجروحُ

    My eye yearns for him, and he makes it weep blood;

    and my heart does too, though wounded by his rejection.

  7. مُتَعَطِّفُ الصُدغَينِ وَهُوَ مُحَبَّبٌ

    مُتَمَرِّضُ العَينَينِ وَهُوَ صَحيحُ

    His temple-locks curl, and he is beloved;

    his eyes languish, though he is healthy.

  8. لي مِن ثَناياهُ العَذابِ وَريقِهِ

    أَبَداً صَباحٌ واضِحٌ وَصَبوحُ

    From his sweet front teeth and his saliva, I have

    forever a radiant dawn and a morning draught.

  9. وَيحَ العَوذِلِ هَل يُغَشّي نورُهُ

    أَبصارَهُم أَم كَيفَ يَخفى يوحُ

    Woe to the reproachers! Does his light blind

    their eyes? Or how could Yuh, the sun, be hidden?

  10. لاموا وَقَد نَظَروا مَلاحَةَ وَجهِهِ

    وَاللَومُ في الوَجهِ المَليحِ قَبيحُ

    They reproached me, though they had seen his face's beauty;

    yet reproach over a lovely face is ugly.

  11. شَرِبتُ مِن دِنانِهِم

    مِن كُلِّ دِنٍّ قَدَحا

    I drank from their wine jars,

    from every jar, a cup.