1. The passion's return draws near you, provoked,
Or does the gleam from Damascus’ lightning shake it?

2. Your talk's gentle breeze makes it stagger along,
So it bows down reverently, esteeming it highly.

3. When the heart awakens from passion’s vertigo,
The yearnings' arousers amongst you make it tremble.

4. For it you are a fortress against fate’s accidents,
And its ultimate aspiration among people, its treasure.

5. Ask, o heart’s governors, has its secret toured
Other than your love, or does it have one who purifies it?

6. No water except my eyes' tears give it to drink,
No longing except in my heart, stabbing it.

7. And you near me, though far, are as
Your memory stirs my heart, and it protects it.

8. No heart goes astray that your beauty guides,
No humbled person whose honor today you are.

9. My questions are about you, not about residences or sanctuaries,
For this is my discourse about you, and its core.