أعاتب فيك الدهر لو كان يسمع – الجواهري

Poem Translation:

Would Time but hear, my grief to him I’d tell,
And chide the fates that wove this cruel spell.
Would Night but heed my wailing, lone despair,
I’d whisper woes too deep for earth to bear.

For every hour is wreathed in burning pain,
And love’s fair dreams have left but fears in vain.
No boon is mine but sorrow’s ceaseless art,
And trembling echoes in a haunted heart.

Poem Explanation:

The poet laments a love that has brought him nothing but sorrow. He wishes he could blame time itself for his suffering, expressing frustration that neither fate nor the passing nights seem to listen. His existence has become an endless cycle of grief, where every moment is filled with longing and torment. The final lines underscore his despair—his only share in love is a heart burdened by fear and anguish. The imagery of time, night, and a haunted heart gives the poem a timeless, melancholic tone.