1. I imagined you, my beloved, in my thoughts
None but you did I paint on the tablet of my mind

2. I made you the qiblah, the sanctuary of my soul
With a heart lost in love and in the shadows

3. I yearn for those nights when I found
In you, O most kind, those nights

4. And it is your right, that if you found me, I found myself
And my state has not ceased to be consumed by your love

5. The lovers said, ask about him
But my heart was not inclined to ask

6. I wrote to you of my burning longing
With tears that flowed from me like beads

7. I raised my matter to none but God
Such is the faith of the noblest of men