وَزْن Wazn
يا من أبحت حمى قلبي مودته
O you whose affection has made the sanctuary of my heart lawfulذكاء اصطناعي AI
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هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
This warm and lively poetic exchange captures a moment of literary correspondence between peers during the medieval Islamic era. Amin al-Din Yaqut, known as al-Alim, had sent verses praising Ibn al-Adim's character while gently asking pardon for any personal shortcomings. In this response, Ibn al-Adim graciously accepts the tribute, matching the incoming praise with his own lyrical artistry and playful intellectual sparring.
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السياق The story
أرسل أمين الدين ياقوت المعروف بالعالم أبياتاً إلى كمال الدين بن العديم يمتدحه فيها ويثني على فضائله وأخلاقه، ويسأله فيها العفو على تقصيره. فرد عليه ابن العديم بقصيدته هذه التي أولها «يا من أبحت حمى قلبي مودته».
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
O you whose affection has made the sanctuary of my heart lawful, and for whom I have made my innermost depths a homeland.
You sent toward me verses by which I was enraptured; excellence belongs to the one who begins with kindness.
I rejoiced, swaggering in amazement at their beauties, like a wine-drinker made giddy by pure vintage.
They grew tender and pure, arriving clothed in the colorful hues of rhetorical embellishment and jeweled prose.
They combined scattered prose and regulated verse, in letters that graced the meadows like a blooming garden.
They swept over Jurwal in the robes of their adornment, becoming garments that clothe beauty in further grace.
They began to dust the face of al-Anbari, for the abandoned offspring of Dhuhl ibn Shayban are left behind.
Ibn Hilal sits evening after evening gazing at them, echoing his father in the deficiencies he suffers.
Likewise, Abd al-Hamid has spent his morning as a slave, dragging the trailing skirts of his shortcoming.
They arrived while your servant was overwhelmed by his ailment, and left him as healthy as could be.
How could they not ward off afflictions from my body, when they are the morning breeze bearing spirit and sweet basil?
What harm would it do if the phantom of his form returned to visit us? Perhaps it visits sometimes, and then again sometimes.
So live on in peace, Amin al-Din, finer than one who embroiders parchment with ordered verse and ornamentation.
May the vicissitudes of time never bypass you with harm, nor misfortunes settle in your courtyard, O highest of men in status.
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