مشتاق

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مُشْتَاقٌ أَنَا مُشْتَاقْوَحُبِّي مَا لَهُ تِرْيَاقْ
وَمَنْ يَهْوَاكِ يَا أَبْهَىجَمَالٍ كَيْفَ لَا يَشْتَاقْ
أُحِبُّكِ يَا مَرَامَ الْقَلْبِحُبًّا كَالْحَيَا مِغْدَاقْ
بِحُبِّكِ تَهْتِفُ النَّجْوَىبِحُبِّكِ خَاطِرِي خَفَّاقْ
هَوَاكِ أَرَاهُ مَمْلَكَتِيتُنَافِسُنِي بِهَا الْأَشْوَاقْ
وَحُبُّكِ سِرُّ أَسْرَارِيوَلَيْسَ يُذَاعُ فِي الْأَسْوَاقْ
أُسِرُّ بِهِ نُجُومَ اللَّيْلِأُوَدِّعُهُ سَنَى الْأَحْدَاقْ
وَأَهْمِسُ فِي شُعَاعِ الْفَجْرِأُنْشِدُهُ لَدَى الْإِشْرَاقْ
وَيَسْطَعُ فِي بُدُورِ اللَّيْلِإِيحَاءً جَمِيلًا رَاقْ
وَتَحْمِلُهُ النَّخِيلُ جَنًىتُدَلِّيهِ مَعَ الْأَعْذَاقْ
وَتَحْفَظُهُ لَنَا الْغَابَاتُوَالْأَشْجَارُ وَالْأَوْرَاقْ
وَأَكْتُبُهُ بِصَدْرِ الرِّيحِيَنْشُرُهُ عَلَى الْآفَاقْ
وَأَهْمِسُ فِي رَحِيقِ الْوَرْدِكُلَّ مَشَاعِرِ الْعُشَّاقْ
وَأَلْحَانًا تَبُثُّ بِهَاطُيُورُ الْحُبِّ وَالْأَشْوَاقْ
وَثَمَّ تَصِيرُ أُغْنِيَةًيُغَنِّيهَا لَنَا الْحُذَّاقْ
هُوَ السِّرُّ الَّذِي قَدْ ذَاعَبَيْنَ مَصَارِعِ الْعُشَّاقْ
وَحُبُّكِ أَنْتِ مَمْلَكَتِيوَحُبُّكِ مَا لَهُ تِرْيَاقْ

Longing

  1. Longing, I am longing,
    and my love has no antidote1.
  2. How can one who loves you,
    most resplendent2 beauty, not long?
  3. I love you, my heart’s desire,
    with a love like the rain in flood.
  4. With your love my whispers cry out;
    with your love my mind is on the wing.
  5. I see your love as my kingdom,
    and my longings contend with me for it.
  6. Your love is my secret of secrets,
    not to be spread in the markets.
  7. I confide it to the stars of night;
    I entrust it to the gleam of eyes.
  8. I whisper it into the ray of dawn,
    and chant it at sunrise.
  9. It shines in the full moons of night,
    a lovely, limpid inspiration.
  10. The palm trees bear it as fruit
    and hang it down with their clusters of dates.
  11. The forests keep it for us,
    and the trees, and the leaves.
  12. I write it on the breast of the wind,
    which spreads it across the horizons.
  13. Into the nectar of the rose I whisper
    all that lovers feel:
  14. and melodies that the birds
    of love and longing bring.
  15. And there it becomes for us
    a song the masters sing.
  16. It is the secret spread abroad among
    the places where lovers fall3.
  17. Your love is my kingdom,
    and your love has no antidote.

Notes

  1. Tiryāq, theriac, was the famous universal antidote of ancient and medieval medicine, a remedy for poisons and snakebite. The last verse repeats this line’s ending, closing the poem in a ring. ↩
  2. Abhā, ‘most resplendent’, gives this collection its title, Anti abhā, ‘You Are More Resplendent’, and sounds exactly like the name of Abha, the city in south-western Saudi Arabia celebrated in other poems of the collection. ↩
  3. Maṣāriʿ al-ʿushshāq, ‘the places where lovers fall’, recalls the title of a celebrated anthology of tales of those who died of love, compiled by Jaʿfar ibn Aḥmad al-Sarrāj of Baghdad (d. 1106). There is a quiet irony here: the secret that was not to be spread in the markets (verse 6) has, by being whispered to the stars, the wind and the birds, become known to all lovers. ↩

English translation prepared by artificial intelligence and reviewed against the Arabic for accuracy of meaning and rhetoric.