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Aynan

غَضِبَ الحبيبُ فهاجَ لي استعبارُ . والله لي ممّا أُحاذِرُ جَارُ
كنّا نُغايظُ بالوِصال مَعاشراً . لهُمُ الغَداة َ بصَرمِنا اسْتِبشارُ
إذ لا أرى شكلاً يكونُ كَشِكلِناحُسناً ويَجمعُنا هُناك جِوارُ
وكأننا لمْ نجتمع في مجلسٍ فِيه الغِناءُ ونَرجِسٌ وبَهارُ
مَا كان أشأْمَ مَجلِساً كنّا بهِتلك العَشييّة َ والعِدا حُضّار
مَدَنيّة ٌ أمْسَى العِراقُ مَحلَّهاولها بزوراء المدينة ِ دارُ
أدنى قَرابتِنا إليها أنناشَخصانِ يَجمعُنا إليه نِزارُ
ياأيها الرجلُ المعذّبُ قلبهُ أقصِر فإنّ شِفاءكَ الإقصارُ
نزَفَ البُكاءُ دموعَ عينكَ فاستعرعيناً لغيركَ دمعُها مِدرارُ
من ذَا يُعِيرُكَ عَيْنَهُ تبكي بها؟أرأيتَ عيناً للبكا تعارُ
الحُبُّ أوّلُ مَا يَكُونُ لجَاجة ًتأتي به وتسوقه الأقدارُ
حتى إذا اقتحمَ الفتى لُجَجَ الهوى جاءت أُمورٌ لا تُطاقُ كِبارُ
إذا نظرتَ إلى المُحبّ عرفتَهُ وبدَت عليه مِن الهَوى آثارُ
قُل ما بدا لكَ أن تقول فربماساقَ البلاءَ إلى الفتى المِقدارُ
يا فوزُ هل لك أن تعودي للّذيكُنّا عليهِ مُنذ نحنُ صغارُ
فلقَد خَصَصتُكِ بالهَوى وصرَفتُهعمّن يُحدّثُ عنكُمُ فيغارُ
هل تذكرين بارِ بكرٍ لهْوناولنا بذاك مخافة ٌ وحِذارُ
مُتَطاعِمينِ بِريقِنافي خلوة ٍمثلَ الفراخِ تزُقّها الأطيارُ
أم تذكُرين لِدُلْجَتي متنكِّراًوعليّ فروَا عاتقٍ وخِمارُ
فَوددتُ أنّ الليل دامَ وأنهذهبَ النهارُ فلا يكونُ نهارُ
أفَما لذلك حُرمة ٌ محفُوظَة ٌأُفٍّ لمَن هُوَ قاطِعٌ غَدّارُ
سأُقِرُّ بالذّنبِ الذي لَمْ أجنِهإن كان ينفعُ عندَكِ الإقرارُ
ما تأمرين فَدَتكِ نفسي في فتّىما تَلْتَقي لجُفونهِ أشفَارُ
من كانَ يبغضكمْ فباتَ مبيتَهُإن الهوى لذَوي الهوى ضَرّارُ
صَرَمَ الأحبة ُ حبْلهُ فكأنهُإذ غادَرُه وضرّه الإضرارُ
رَجُلٌ تطاولَ سُقمُه في غُربة ٍنزَحَتْ به عن أهلِه الأسفارُ
لا يستطيعُ من الضرورة ِ حيلة ٍأمْسَى تُرَجَّمُ دونَه الأخبارُ
حتى أتيحَ له ، وذالك لحَينِه،رَكبٌ رمتْ بهمُ الفجاجُ تِجارُ
حَمَلُوه بينَهُم نَحِيلاً جسمُهعاري العِظامِ ثيابُه أطمَارُ
فثَوى تُقلّبُه الأكُفُّ مُلَقَّفاًولَهُ تُشدُّ وتُوضَعُ الأَكوارُ
حَتى إذا سلَكوا به في مَهمهٍقَفرٍ تَضِلُّ به القَطا وتَحارُ
غَرِضُوا مِنَ النِّضْوِ العليلِ فعطَّلوامنه الرّكاب وخلّفُوه وساروا

Aynan

My beloved is angry, and I burst into tears. By God, my neighbor is the one I fear.
We used to tease each other with our love, and in the morning, our eyes would fill with joy.
I see no form as beautiful as ours, and there, we were neighbors.
It is as if we had never met in a gathering with singing, narcissus, and spring.
How ominous was the gathering where we were that evening, and the enemy was present?
A civilization whose home is now Iraq, and its house is in the city of Basra.
Our closest kinship to it is that we are two people brought together by Nizari.
O you whose heart is tormented, restrain yourself, for your cure is in restraint.
Your tears have drawn blood from your eyes, so seek a tear from someone else.
Who will lend you his eye to weep? Have you ever seen an eye that can be borrowed for weeping?
Love begins as a jest, and fate brings it and drives it.
Until a young man plunges into the depths of love, things come that cannot be tolerated.
If you look at a lover, you will know him, and the signs of love will appear on him.
Say whatever you have to say, for perhaps fate will bring disaster to the young man
O Fawz, could you return to the way we were when we were young?
I have dedicated my love to you and turned it away from those who talk about you and become jealous.
Do you remember the early morning when we were playing, and we had fear and caution?
Feeding each other with our mouths in a secluded place, like chicks being fed by birds.
Or do you remember my coming to you in disguise at night, wearing a fur coat and a veil?
I wished that the night would last forever and that day would never come.
Is there no sanctity in this? Shame on those who are treacherous and treacherous.
I will confess to a guilt I did not commit if confession will help you.
What do you command, O my soul, for a young man whose eyelids never meet?
He who hated you spent his night in hate, for love is harmful to those who love.
His beloveds cut his cord, and it was as if they had left him and harmed him.
A man whose illness grew in a foreign land, and his travels took him far from his family.
He cannot find a way out of his misery; the news is now being translated for him.
Until, at his most desperate moment, he was given a ride by some merchants.
They carried him among them, his body thin, his bones bare, his clothes in tatters.
His bed was a makeshift one, tossed about by many hands, and his packs were tied and untied.
Until they passed with him through a desolate wilderness where the sandgrouse would lose their way and wander.
They saw that he was weak and frail, so they left him behind and went on their way.