A Poem About a Beloved with Radiant Beauty
She possesses a charm that resembles the moon in its fullness.
She sang softly, captivating the heart, rendering it intoxicated.
Indeed, the eyes that grace her gaze possess allure,
They have bewitched us, yet their spell did not revive our souls.
I said, “Well done, my desire, my hope,”
“So let me hear you, may Allah reward you with kindness.”
Oh, how I adore the mountains of Rayyan,
And how delightful the one who dwells in Rayyan!
She said, “Would that your soul were better than this,
For this is for someone whose heart is ensnared in confusion.”
O people, my ear is captivated by a certain muse,
And the ear often yearns before the eye does.
I declared, “You enchant us, oh beauty of our gathering,”
“So please, let me hear you, for you are our benefactor.”
If only I had known that love would consume me,
I would have prepared myself before meeting you.
She sang a melodious tune that stirred joy,
Bringing tears to the eye with its various tones.
May Allah spare those whose affections remain steadfast,
For Allah does punish the treacherous at times.
Do not chastise me, for I am intoxicated by thoughts of her,
Does anyone rebuke the intoxicated for being intoxicated?
I did not know how to describe her; even in wakefulness, she was known,
Yet I reveled in her visions even in slumber.
She came to me, offering her lips, which I kissed,
A genie, she married me in dreams.
A Poem About Her Coming with Grace
As if she had come adorned in her beauty,
The lowlands trembled, while the highlands swayed.
A radiant maiden came from Paradise, approaching,
With the sun illuminating her and musk gracing her.
From those who are clad in elegance, her form stands out,
Wrapped in the cloak of beauty that envelops her.
She departed without offering any kindness for his yearning,
Even though her soul would have given him what he sought.
Oh People, My Ear is Captivated
Oh people, my ear is enamored by one of the living,
And the ear often loves before the eye does.
When they said, “With whom are you infatuated?” I replied,
The ear, like the eye, conveys what the heart has felt.
Is there a remedy for one who is captivated by a maiden,
Who finds in her presence both spirit and solace?
A Poem About a Maiden Showered with Beauty
From a maiden, beauty poured upon her,
In a conversation like the delight of intoxication.
Then I parted from her without shame,
For all of life’s pleasures are fleeting, no matter how long they linger.
A Poem About the Status Behind Love
Do you know what lies beyond love’s reach,
Bringing you closer, for love has distanced me?
Oh gazelle, tell me of the gazelle who has forsaken,
Why does she haunt me in dreams when awake?
Alas for her, and alas for the memories of her,
The memories draw near while I drift further away.
For her shadow continues to torment me,
Intoxicated by love, or perhaps it is another’s intoxication.
A Poem About My Heart’s Yearning for Her
My heart can endure no more of her love,
It has become too constricted from holding it in.
Do not blame her; rather, dismiss my love for her,
For everything that pleases the eye is inherently beautiful.
A Poem About a Dark and Shining Maiden
She is a radiant maiden of ebony,
With a grace akin to that of sweet water.
As if she were fashioned for the one who possesses her,
From amber laced with fragrant musk.
A Poem on Being Discouraged by Love
I’m discouraged in love for the maiden of a certain tribe,
Their hearts defy mine.
I say, let my heart choose what it desires and accepts,
For with the heart, not the eyes, one perceives wisdom.
Neither can the eyes discern what the heart desires in love,
Nor can the ears hear anything but the call of the heart.
Beauty exists where desire calls to youth,
And ignites a bond between the passionate lover and the beloved.
A Poem to “Salma,” Whose Love is Exalted
For the sake of “Salma,” her love is elevated,
And I am neither a suitor nor a wooer.
Had I been either on the day of separation,
I would have received my fill.
I say, while my eyes brim with tears,
And my tongue marvels at the extraordinary.
Oh, how I long for her, “the giver,”
For none shall gain favor from her after “the giver.”
She has been sent off to “Sham,” not because she was forced,
Except by sorrow and the harsh fate that drove her away.
I found myself left behind, alone without companions,
Not raising my gaze towards any visitors,
As if I were angry or resentful.
Oh, priest of the city, we are in need,
Tell us: is there a return for me?
Longing for her face fills my heart with desire,
And the flower and the grass compel me.
Truly, the absence of her joy takes away from my delight,
While we remain in the company of love’s enchantment.
As we sip from this fountain of desire,
And behold the playfulness of those around us.
I have seen “Salma” as a goal,
In the days when we shared poetry together.
O critic of my love for her,
Do you not see my devotion to her?
“Salma,” the graceful maiden, is adored,
My heart abhors any rival to her.
Travelers have sung of her beauty,
While similarly, so have I sung.
She is not of human kind, though I call her so,
For she is a spirit that begs for the true.
If she were to emerge among people during their celebrations,
The young and old would admire her grace.
What a splendid wish it would be if she favored our home,
Then “Amr” would have her as his beloved.
Will I recall some of what has occurred?
With affection or the pain of longing for her?
Once I did not hesitate to pursue companionship,
But she rebuffed me, and I do not despair over the lost.
Then I transformed my adoration for her,
What a wonder to see how she shifted from my thoughts!
And what of a companion who possesses the essence of dew,
He governs a kingdom where his wealth remains abundant.
Just as a rich man is veiled when visited,
In the land of his power, an inseparable guardian.
He persists in withholding his generosity while appearing hospitable,
In my hour of need, which one will prevail?
It has come to the point where Abbas weeps for his guests,
His face displaying unending sorrow.
When I observed his stinginess appearing as his fragrance,
And generosity absent from his gatherings.
I bid farewell to him, for I am resolute,
Steering away from him and like-minded souls.
I confide in my dear friend as long as his shade provides solace,
And may our bonds of friendship remain steadfast.
In times of need, when wealth beckons to me,
My loyalty outweighs any longing for treasure.
Neither shall I count the generous, fulfilling their needs,
For the tightfisted and calculating will be forgotten.