وَزْن Wazn
أما الغلام فقد حانت فضيحته
As for the youth, his public scandal has arrivedذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Ibn Hazm wrote these verses about a former peer who was once celebrated for strict piety, religious scholarship, and asceticism before suffering a total moral collapse and public exposure. The poem registers deep personal disappointment mixed with biting irony, capturing the shock of seeing a pious scholar cast off his reputation and turn openly hostile after being reproached for his vices.
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السياق The story
يذكر ابن حزم في طوق الحمامة أن هذه القصيدة قيلت في رجل من أصحابهم كان معروفاً بالعلم والورع والتقشف، ثم تغير وانحرف واشتهر بارتكاب المعاوي القبيحة وأظهر العداوة لابن حزم بعد نصحه وتوبيخه، إلى أن افتضح أمره بين الناس وسقط من أعينهم.
المصدر: الموسوعة الشعرية — دائرة الثقافة والسياحة، أبوظبي Source: The Poetry Encyclopedia — Department of Culture and Tourism, Abu Dhabi
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النص Poem text
As for the youth, his scandal has finally arrived, and whatever was veiled of him has now been torn away.
He used to laugh in wonder at those driven by passion, until every ignorant fool ended up laughing at him.
Do not reproach a lover wandering in distraction, who looks upon shamelessness in the religion of desire as a holy rite.
For a long age he labored in earnest asceticism, counting every pious man he met as pure musk.
A man of portfolios and texts that never left his side, hurrying toward the tradition-master wherever he traveled.
Yet he bartered the dark ink of writing-reeds for a youth who seemed forged or cast from pure silver.
O you who foolishly blame me for this, speak not—you never witnessed the clash of brows on the day we met.
Leave me to seek my drink in the tavern, far from you; just like that, I care nothing for your blessings.
If you are chaste, chastity returns your love; but if you abandon love for a single day, it abandons you.
Do not hold fast to the knot of estrangement once you have undone the waist-wrappers and the knotted cords.
Do not validate a kingdom for the sultan, nor let the winter cloaks sweep through the alleys upon his orders.
Nor does anything remove the rust that coats iron, once it is cast, save endless scouring.
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