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يسبي العقول ترنحا ودلالا

يسبي العقول ترنحا ودلالا

Look upon Mount al-Manar at a gazelle,

Behold the gazelle on the Mount of Manar

Who captivates minds with swaying and coquetry.

Bewitching minds, swaying gently and coquettishly

له في القلوب كنانة لسهامه

له في القلوب كنانة لسهامه

وإليك قلب المستهام مثالا

وإليك قلب المستهام مثالا

He has within hearts a quiver for his arrows;

It has a tenderness in hearts for its arrows

And here for you is the love-stricken heart as an example.

And for you, the heart of an admirer is an example

شاهد كما شاهدت فيه محاسنا

شاهد كما شاهدت فيه محاسنا

فتانة تكسو الجمال جمالا

فتانة تكسو الجمال جمالا

Behold, as I beheld, the beauties in him:

See how I saw in it beauty

Beguiling, they clothe beauty in beauty.

Allurement that adorns beauty with beauty

آويته في القلب وهو كناسه

آويته في القلب وهو كناسه

فعلام تملوه الجفون نصالا

فعلام تملوه الجفون نصالا

I sheltered him in the heart, which is his lair;

I sheltered it in my heart, and it was like a temple

Then why do the eyelids fill it with arrowheads?

So why do the eyelids cast it away like blades?

ذلت له نفسي وكنت أبيها

ذلت له نفسي وكنت أبيها

والحب يكسب ربه الإذلالا

والحب يكسب ربه الإذلالا

My soul humbled itself before him, though I had been proud.

I humbled myself before it and I wanted to resist it

And love brings humiliation to its possessor.

And love makes its lord humbling

لي في الغرام نزاهة عذريّة

لي في الغرام نزاهة عذريّة

لولا العفاف لرمت منه وصالا

لولا العفاف لرمت منه وصالا

In love, mine is an ʿUdhri purity.

For me in passion there is the chastity of excuses

But for chastity, I would have sought union with him.

If not for virtue, I would have sought union from it

يا أيها القلب المعذب بالهوى

يا أيها القلب المعذب بالهوى

إن قالت الناس اسله قل لا لا

إن قالت الناس اسله قل لا لا

O heart tormented by passion,

O heart tormented by love

If people say, 'Forget him,' say, 'No, no!'

If people say, ask it for peace, say no, no

أنشدت فيه الشعر كابن ملوح

أنشدت فيه الشعر كابن ملوح

إذ لم أكن في حسنه أتغالى

إذ لم أكن في حسنه أتغالى

I recited verse about him, like Ibn Mulawwah,

I recited poetry about it like Ibn Mulawwah

For I did not exaggerate his beauty.

For I do not exaggerate its beauty

للّه من ثغر تناسق دره

للّه من ثغر تناسق دره

ما بين سمطيه اللمى يتلالا

ما بين سمطيه اللمى يتلالا

By God, what a mouth, its pearls so evenly arrayed!

By God, what a mouth of well-arranged pearls

Between its two pearl-strands, the lips' dark tint gleams.

Between its fine hair that hangs down

تسبي العقول لحاظه فإذا رنا

تسبي العقول لحاظه فإذا رنا

خرت له أولو الهوى إجلالا

خرت له أولو الهوى إجلالا

His glances captivate minds; and when he gazes,

It captivates minds with its glances, so when it moos

Those possessed by passion fall before him in reverence.

Those passionate about it bow down in veneration

بيني وبينه في الصبابة وقفة

بيني وبينه في الصبابة وقفة

طالت وما حصلت منه مطالا

طالت وما حصلت منه مطالا

Between him and me, in passionate longing, is a standstill;

Between me and it there was a long standstill in my youth

It has lasted long, yet I have not even won a postponement from him.

And I did not gain what I longed for from it

راودت فيه النفس عن إرجاعها

راودت فيه النفس عن إرجاعها

فرجعت بالخفين أشنع حالا

فرجعت بالخفين أشنع حالا

I tried to coax my soul back from him,

I tried to return my soul from it

So I returned with only the two slippers, in a worse plight.

But I went back in the most miserable state

سقط الفؤاد الخلو في يده ومن

سقط الفؤاد الخلو في يده ومن

عجب رأيته بالسقوط تعالى

عجب رأيته بالسقوط تعالى

The heart, once free of love, fell into his hand; and, to my

My heart fell into its hands empty

Amazement, I saw it rise through its fall.

And strangely I saw it risen above the fall

قلبي تقلب في يديه كأنه

قلبي تقلب في يديه كأنه

كسرة أنطت برمبها الأطفالا

كسرة أنطت برمبها الأطفالا

My heart tumbled in his hands, as though it were

My heart turns in its hands as if it were

A fragment whose tossing I entrusted to the children.

A piece of pottery toyed with by children

يشتد بي ألم التصابي إنما

يشتد بي ألم التصابي إنما

لشقاوتي لم أطلب الإبلالا

لشقاوتي لم أطلب الإبلالا

The pain of youthful dalliance grows fierce in me; it is only

The pain of my passion grows intense

Because of my wretchedness that I have not sought recovery.

Only because of my misfortune, I did not seek veneration