1. Slow down, O mystics, for your pebbles
Are but a mountain to my debt.
١. مَهْلاً بَنِي الصّوفِيِّ إِنَّكُمُ
لَيُعَدُّ دُونَ حصاتِكُمْ جَبَلِي
2. If you but knew the purity of your grace,
Your sea would need no grog to whet.
٢. لَوْ تُنْصِفُونَ صَفاءَ نِعْمَتِكُمْ
ما احْتاجَ بَحْرُكُمْ إِلى وَشَلِي
3. Unsheathe no swords against me—
No blade of yours knows equity.
٣. لا يَشْهَرَنَّ عَلَيَّ سَيْفُكُمُ
سَيْفاً بِهِ فِي الْحَقِّ لَمْ يَصُلِ
4. For one untainted in his honor,
No scheme can foil his constancy.
٤. إِنَّ الْكَرِيمَ الْمَحْضَ سُؤْدَدُهُ
مَنْ لَمْ تَضِقْ بِوَفائِهِ حِيَلِي
5. The noble one, hoped for in good faith,
Will never disappoint my wish.
٥. وَالْماجِدَ الْمَرْجُوَّ نائِلُهُ
مَنْ لَمْ يَخِبْ فِي وُدِّهِ أَمَلِي
6. Poor recompense you give a man
Who never feared your feet would crush.
٦. بِئْسَ الْجَزاءُ جَزَيْتُمُ رَجُلاً
لَمْ يَخْفَ مَوْضِعُهُ عَلَى رَجُلِ
7. Though you send scorpions unto me,
My kisses seek your very heels.
٧. دَبَّتْ عَقارِبُكُمْ إِلَيَّ وَقَدْ
تَهْوِي إِلى أَقْدامِكُمْ قُبَلِي