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وذات دل كأن البدر صورتها

And a woman of coquetry whose form is like the full moonذكاء اصطناعي AI

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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

وَذاتُ دَلٍّ كَأَنَّ البَدرَ صورَتُهاباتَت تُغَنّي عَميدَ القَلبِ سَكرانا

And a woman of coquetry whose form is like the full moon, spent the night singing to a heart bewildered and intoxicated.

إِنَّ العُيونَ الَّتي في طَرفِها حَوَرٌقَتَلنَنا ثُمَّ لَم يُحيينَ قَتلانا

Indeed, the eyes whose corners hold a deep contrast have slain us, yet they never revive those they have killed.

فَقُلتُ أَحسَنتِ يا سُؤلي وَيا أَمَليفَأَسمِعيني جَزاكِ اللَهُ إِحسانا

So I said, 'Well done, O my quest and my hope, make me hear more—may God reward you with goodness!'

يا حَبَّذا جَبلُ الرَيّانِ مِن جَبَلٍوَحَبَّذا ساكِنُ الرَيّانِ مَن كانا

How beloved is the mountain of Rayyan as a mountain, and how beloved is whoever dwells in Rayyan!

قالَت فَهَلّا فَدَتكَ النَفسُ أَحسَنَ مِنهَذا لِمَن كانَ صَبَّ القَلبِ حَيرانا

She said—may my soul be your ransom—'Is there not something better than this for one whose heart is passionately bewildered?'

يا قَومُ أُذني لِبعَضِ الحَيِّ عاشِقَةٌوَالأُذنُ تَعشَقُ قَبلَ العَينِ أَحيانا

O people, my ear is in love with someone in the camp, for the ear sometimes falls in love before the eye.

فَقُلتُ أَحسَنتِ أَنتِ الشَمسُ طالِعَةٌأَضرَمتِ في القَلبِ وَالأَحشاءِ نيرانا

So I said, 'Well done, you are the rising sun, you have kindled fires in my heart and innermost being.'

فَأَسمِعينِيَ صَوتاً مُطرِباً هَزَجاًيَزيدُ صَبّاً مُحِبّاً فيكِ أَشجانا

So let me hear a voice, delightful and brisk, that adds deep yearning to a passionate lover caught up in you.

يا لَيتَني كُنتُ تُفّاحاً مُفَلَّجَةًأَو كُنتُ مِن قُضَبِ الرَيحانِ رَيحانا

Would that I were a segmented apple, or that I were sweet basil among the branches of basil,

حَتّى إِذا وَجَدَت ريحي فَأَعجَبَهاوَنَحنُ في خَلوَةٍ مُثِّلتُ إِنسانا

Until, when she found my scent and was pleased by it while we were in solitude, I was manifested as a man.

فَحَرَّكَت عودَها ثُمَّ اِنثَنَت طَرَباًتَشدو بِهِ ثُمَّ لا تُخفيهِ كِتمانا

Then she stirred her lute and turned aside in delight, chanting with it and making no attempt to hide her joy.

أَصبحتُ أَطوَعَ خَلقِ اللَهِ كُلِّهِمِلأَكثَرِ الخَلقِ لي في الحُبِّ عِصيانا

I have become the most obedient of all God's creation to the very creature who shows the greatest disobedience to me in love.

فَقُلتُ أَطرَبتِنا يا زَينَ مِجلِسِنافَهاتِ إِنَّكِ بِالِحسانِ أَولانا

So I said, 'You have delighted us, O ornament of our gathering, so bring forth more, for you are most worthy of the beautiful.'

لَو كُنتُ أَعلَمُ أَنَّ الحُبَّ يَقتُلُنيأَعدَدتُ لي قَبلَ أَن أَلقاكِ أَكفانا

If I had known that love would slay me, I would have prepared my burial shrouds before I ever met you.

فَغَنَّتِ الشَربَ صَوتاً مُؤنِقاً رَمَلاًيُذكي السُرورَ وَيُبكي العَينَ أَلوانا

Then she sang for the drinking companions a captivating ramal melody that stirs delight and brings tears to the eye in various ways.

لا يَقتُلُ اللَهُ مَن دامَت مَوَدَّتُهُوَاللَهُ يَقتُلُ أَهلَ الغَدرِ أَحيانا

God does not destroy one whose devotion remains constant, while God sometimes destroys the treacherous.

لا تَعذِلوني فَإِنّي مِن تَذَكُّرِهانَشوانُ هَل يَعذِلُ الصاحونَ نَشوانا

Do not blame me, for from remembering her I am intoxicated; does the sober person ever blame the one who is drunk?

لَم أَدرِ ما وَصفُها يَقظانَ قَد عَلِمَتوَقَد لَهَوتُ بِها في النَومِ أَحيانا

I did not know her description while awake, though she knew it well, yet I have dallied with her in my sleep at times.

باتَتَ تُناوِلُني فاهاً فَأَلثُمُهُجِنِّيَّةٌ زُوِّجَت في النَومِ إِنسانا

She spent the night offering me her mouth so that I kissed it—a jinn maiden wedded in a dream to a mortal man.

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