Sol 6.1

  1. أَنا الوامِقُ المَشغوفُ وَاللَهُ ناصِري

    وَمُنتَقِمي مِمَّن يَجورُ وَيَظلِمُ

    I am the lover, consumed by passion, and God is my helper,

    and my avenger against whoever acts unjustly and oppresses.

  2. أَنا الناحِلُ المَهمومُ وَالقائِمُ الَّذي

    أُراعي الثُرَيّا وَالخَلِيّونَ نُوَّمُ

    I am the gaunt, careworn one who stands awake,

    watching the Pleiades while the carefree sleep.

  3. أَظَلُّ بِحُزنٍ دائِمٍ وَتَحَسُّرٍ

    وَأَشرَبُ كَأساً فيهِ سُمٌّ وَعَلقَمُ

    I remain in unceasing sorrow and regret,

    and drink a cup containing poison and bitter colocynth.

  4. فَحَتّامَ يا لَيلى فُؤادي مُعَذَّبٌ

    بِروحِيَ تَقضي ما تُحِبُّ وَتَحكُمُ

    So how long, Layla, must my heart be tormented?

    She does with my soul what she pleases, and holds sway.

  5. لَعَمرِيَ ما لاقى جَميلُ بنُ مَعمَرٍ

    كَوَجدي بِلَيلى لا وَلَم يَلقَ مُسلِمُ

    By my life, Jamil ibn Ma'mar never suffered

    anguish like mine for Layla—no, nor did Muslim;

  6. وَلَم يَلقَ قابوسٌ وَقَيسٌ وَعُروَةٌ

    وَلَم يَلقَهُ قَبلي فَصيحٌ وَأَعجَمُ

    nor did Qabus, Qays, or Urwa,

    nor did anyone before me, eloquent or inarticulate.

  7. صَبا يوسُفٌ وَاِستَشعَرَ الحُبَّ قَلبُهُ

    وَلا كادَ داوُودٌ مِنَ الحُبِّ يَسلَمُ

    Yusuf fell in love, and his heart felt love within;

    and Dawud could scarcely escape love.

  8. وَبِشرٌ وَهِندٌ ثُمَّ سَعدٌ وَوامِقٌ

    وَتَوبَةُ أَضناهُ الهَوى المُتَقَسِّمُ

    And Bishr and Hind, then Sa'd and Wamiq,

    and Tawba, whom rending passion wasted away.

  9. وَهاروتُ لاقى مِن جَوى الحُبِّ سَطوَةً

    وَماروتُ فاجَأهُ البَلاءُ المُصَمِّمُ

    And Harut suffered an onslaught of love's burning anguish,

    and relentless affliction took Marut unawares.

  10. وَلَم يَخلُ مِنهُ المُصطَفى سَيِّدُ الوَرى

    أَبو القاسِمِ الزاكي النَبيُّ المُكَرَّمُ

    Nor was the Chosen One, master of humankind, free of it:

    Abu al-Qasim, the pure, the honored Prophet.

  11. أَبيتَ صَريعَ الحُبِّ أَبكي مِنَ الهَوى

    وَدَمعي عَلى خَدّي يَفيضُ وَيَسجُمُ

    I pass the night felled by love, weeping with longing,

    and my tears overflow and stream down my cheek.

  12. وَلَولا طُروقُ اللَيلِ أَودَت بِنَفسِهِ

    مُنَعَّمَةُ اللَحظَينِ تَبري وَتُسقِمُ

    But for visits by night, she would have ended his life—

    she of the tender glances, who wastes him away and makes him ill.

  13. إِذا هِيَ زادَت في النَوى زادَ في الهَوى

    فَلا قَلبُهُ يَسلو وَلا هِيَ تَرحَمُ

    Whenever she grows more distant, he grows more passionate;

    so his heart does not forget, nor does she show mercy.

  14. أَعارَتهُ أَنفاسُ الصَبا بِكِ صَبوَةً

    لَها بَينَ جَنبَيهِ سَعيرٌ مُضَرَّمُ

    The breaths of the east wind lent him a yearning for you,

    whose fiercely kindled blaze burns between his ribs.

  15. أَلا إِنَّ دَمعَ الصَبِّ عَمّا يُجِنُّهُ

    وَإِن لَم يَفُه يَوماً بِهِ مُتَكَلِّمُ

    Indeed, of what the lover hides within, his tears

    speak, even if he never once gives it voice.

  16. لِساني عَيِيٌّ في الهَوى وَهوَ ناطِقٌ

    وَدَمعي فَصيحٌ في الهَوى وَهوَ أَعجَمُ

    My tongue is inarticulate in love, though it can speak,

    and my tears are eloquent in love, though they are wordless.

  17. وَكَيفَ يُطيقُ الصَبُّ كِتمانَ سِرِّهِ

    وَهَل يَكتُمُ الوَجدَ اِمرُؤٌ وَهوَ مُغرَمُ

    And how can the lover bear to conceal his secret?

    And can a man hide his longing while consumed by love?

  18. عَذيرَيَ مِن طَيفٍ أَتى بَعدَ مَوهِنٍ

    بَرامَةِ حَزوى عَرفُهُ يَتَقَدَّمُ

    Who will excuse me for a phantom that came late at night,

    at Ramat Hazwa, its fragrance going before it,

  19. تَنَفُّسَ رَوضٍ جادَهُ ماءُ مُزنَةٍ

    وَأَطرافُهُ تَبكي النَدى ثُمَّ تَبسِمُ

    like the breath of a meadow drenched with a raincloud's water,

    whose fringes weep dew, then smile?