Sol 6.1

  1. وَإِذا ما اِمتَطى يَمينُكَ مثلي

    في نحولي وَفي دُموعي الغزارِ

    And whenever your right hand mounts one like me,

    In my slenderness and my copious tears,

  2. خِلتَهُ يانِعَ العُقود تَشهى

    نَشرَ أَسطارها عَلى الأَسطارِ

    You would think it ripe with necklaces, longing

    To spread their rows upon the lines.

  3. وَكَأَن الخُطوبَ قَد خالفته

    فَغَزاها في جحفلٍ جَرَّارِ

    And as though calamities had defied it,

    So it attacked them with a mighty host.

  4. وَكَأَنَّ الأَسطارَ لَيلٌ بَهيمٌ

    وَالمَعاني فيها النُّجومُ السواري

    And as though the lines were a pitch-dark night,

    And the meanings within them were the night-wandering stars.

  5. كاتِمٌ لِلأَسرارِ عن كُلِّ واشٍ

    غَير ما في الصكوك مِن أَسرارِ

    It conceals secrets from every talebearer,

    Except those secrets contained in documents,

  6. كَالمُحِبِّ الَّذي يَبوحُ لإلفٍ

    ثُمَّ يطوي عن كاشِحٍ وَيُداري

    Like a lover who confides in a beloved,

    Then hides them from a foe and dissembles.