وَزْن Wazn
وذات دل كأن البدر صورتها
And a woman of coquetry whose form is like the full moonذكاء اصطناعي AI
افتح في القارئ Open in reader →الخلاصة Summary
هذا النص بالإنجليزية فقط — لا تتوفر لدينا نسخة عربية منه.
Bashshar ibn Burd sits captivated by the voice of an unseen female singer, famously demonstrating that the ear can fall in love before the eye ever sees its object. This lyrical masterpiece moves between intoxicating musical gatherings and the helpless surrender of a heart caught entirely off guard. Readers cherish it for its effortless blend of deep emotional sincerity and sensory detail, capturing the timeless vulnerability of loving someone purely through sound and imagination.
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السياق The story
يوضح المشاركون أن الشاعر بشار بن برد كان كفيفاً، فلما وقع في حب مغنية سمع صوتها ولم يراها، قال بيته الشهير معللاً ذلك بأن الأذن تعشق قبل العين أحياناً.
المصدر: منازل القصيد — تلفزيون سوريا Source: The “Manazil al-Qasid” podcast — Syria TV
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النص Poem text
And a woman of coquetry whose form is like the full moon, spent the night singing to a heart bewildered and intoxicated.
Indeed, the eyes whose corners hold a deep contrast have slain us, yet they never revive those they have killed.
So I said, 'Well done, O my quest and my hope, make me hear more—may God reward you with goodness!'
How beloved is the mountain of Rayyan as a mountain, and how beloved is whoever dwells in Rayyan!
She said—may my soul be your ransom—'Is there not something better than this for one whose heart is passionately bewildered?'
O people, my ear is in love with someone in the camp, for the ear sometimes falls in love before the eye.
So I said, 'Well done, you are the rising sun, you have kindled fires in my heart and innermost being.'
So let me hear a voice, delightful and brisk, that adds deep yearning to a passionate lover caught up in you.
Would that I were a segmented apple, or that I were sweet basil among the branches of basil,
Until, when she found my scent and was pleased by it while we were in solitude, I was manifested as a man.
Then she stirred her lute and turned aside in delight, chanting with it and making no attempt to hide her joy.
I have become the most obedient of all God's creation to the very creature who shows the greatest disobedience to me in love.
So I said, 'You have delighted us, O ornament of our gathering, so bring forth more, for you are most worthy of the beautiful.'
If I had known that love would slay me, I would have prepared my burial shrouds before I ever met you.
Then she sang for the drinking companions a captivating ramal melody that stirs delight and brings tears to the eye in various ways.
God does not destroy one whose devotion remains constant, while God sometimes destroys the treacherous.
Do not blame me, for from remembering her I am intoxicated; does the sober person ever blame the one who is drunk?
I did not know her description while awake, though she knew it well, yet I have dallied with her in my sleep at times.
She spent the night offering me her mouth so that I kissed it—a jinn maiden wedded in a dream to a mortal man.
الترجمات الإنجليزية مُولّدة بالذكاء الاصطناعي وقد تخطئ English translations are AI-generated and may contain mistakes.