Sol 6.1

  1. أَغارَ الغَيثَ كَفُّكَ حينَ جادا

    فَأَفرَطَ في تَرادُفِهِ وَزادا

    Your hand made the rain jealous when it poured,

    So it poured to excess in ever-increasing showers.

  2. أَظُنُّ السُحبَ تَحسُدُنا عَليهِ

    فَتَمنَعُ مِن زِيارَتِكَ العِبادَ

    I think the clouds envy us for it,

    And so keep people from visiting you.

  3. ثَنانا عَنكَ فَاِزدَدنا ثَناءً

    عَلى عَلياكَ لا نَألو اِجتِهادا

    It kept us from you, so we increased our praise

    Of your exalted rank, sparing no effort.

  4. فَأَغضَبَنا وَإِن أَرضى البَرايا

    وَأَظمَأنا وَإِن رَوّى البِلادا

    So it angered us, though it pleased humankind,

    And made us thirsty, though it watered the lands.

  5. وَكَم عَنَّفتُهُ في قَطعِ حَبلي

    وَإِن وَصَلَ الأَنامَ فَما أَفادا

    And how often I rebuked it for severing my cord—

    Though it favored humankind—but to no avail.

  6. فَيَضحَكُ حينَ أوهِمُهُ وَيَبكي

    فَيوهِمُني الخَديعَةَ وَالوَدادا

    So it laughs when I mislead it, and weeps,

    Making me imagine both deceit and affection.

  7. وَأَعجَبُ لِاِبتِسامِ البَرقِ فيهِ

    وَقَد لَبِسَت سَحائِبُهُ حِدادا

    And I marvel at the lightning's smile within it,

    While its clouds have donned mourning black.

  8. فَظَلَّت تَحسُدُ الأَوراقَ عَيني

    وَقَد أَرسَلتُها تَشكو البُعادا

    So my eye kept envying the pages,

    Which I had sent to lament the separation.

  9. وَلَو أَنّي اِستَطَعتُ وَقَد حَمَلنا

    بَياضَ الطِرسِ نَحوَكَ وَالسَوادا

    And had I been able, as we carried

    The page's whiteness and black ink toward you,

  10. لَصَيَّرتُ البَياضَ لَها سِجِلّاً

    وَصَيَّرتُ السَوادَ لَها سَوادا

    I would have made the white a scroll for it,

    And made the black its ink.