My glance at the Beloved’s face…

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Translation:
My glance at the face of the beloved is bliss
and separation from she whom I love is agony to me
I am he who has not been pitied as a lover
until, worn out, I became a mercy for the lovers
O planter of the basil around our tents
Don’t plant the basil for you are not staying
Not all who taste love know love
Not all who drink wine are drinking buddies
Not all who seek happiness attain it
Not all who read the book understand it
My wealth is but a tongue that when I speak I wrong myself
And God knows, I am indeed wronged

 

Original:

نظرى الى وجه الحبيب نعيم
وفراق من أهوى على عظيم

أنا الذي كنت لم أرحــم عـاشــقآ
حتى بليت فصرت بالعاشقين رحيـم
يازارع الـريــحان حـول خيـامـــــنـا
لاتـزرع الريــحـان  لـــست تـقيـــم
ماكل من ذاق الهوى عرف هوئى
ولا كلّ من شرب الـمُـدام  نديــــم
ولاكل من طلب السعادة  نالــها
ولاكل من قـرأ الكـتـاب  فـهـيـــــــم
مالي لسان أن أقول:ظـلـمـتـني
واللـــّــه يـعلم. أنـنـّي مــظـــلـــــوم

 

 

3 thoughts on “My glance at the Beloved’s face…

  1. Salaams – this blog has been such a discovery – you should keep posting if you can – it’s so beautiful and of much benefit

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