غزال

Gazelle

غزال و ما يصيدونه

The Gazelle that no one has hunted

ما لاحه سهم صياد

No hunter’s arrow has reached it

يصيد بنظرة عيونه

It hunts with a look of its eyes

هيهات و حلم ينصاد

Alas one can only hunt it in a dream

شفته و صوبت سهمي

I saw it and aimed my arrow

بعيونه أنصبت آني

I was hit by its eyes

بسهم مسحور صوبني

It hit me with a magic arrow

من عنده شكيت آني

I let out a cry from it

رماني و صوب الدلاّل

It aimed for my heart

سحرني و سلمت بالحال

I was bewitched and submitted at once

غزال، غزال، غزال

Gazelle, Gazelle, Gazelle

لا صايد و لا مصيود يسألني بعد وينه

Neither hunter, nor hunted, ask me for its whereabouts

غزال و يرعى بالجنه و سهامه بطرف عينه

The Gazelle roams in the gardens of heaven, its arrow by its eye-side

عيونه من سواد الليل

Eyes as black as night

و كل نظرة بسهم جارح

And every look causes a wound like an arrow

من خده الورود تغار

The flowers are jealous of its cheeks

وشعره بلا مشط سارح

And its hair looks straight without having been combed

غزال، غزال، غزال

Gazelle, Gazelle, Gazelle

فز من رميتي و هاجر أصيل و راح من أيدي

He won from my throw and migrated authentically and left from my hands

أش قد حاولت ألقاه هلال و غاب من عيدي

I tried to find it, Hilal, but it was absent from my Eid

يا ريت الجرح ما يطيب و أظل آني على هالحال

I wish the wound never heals and I stay like this

أفقد بحرقة صوابي حتى أتذكر القتال

I’m losing my mind until I remember the fight.

عزيز الرسام

Dear Painter