كادت سرائر سري أن تسر بما

كادت سرائر سري أن تسر بما

أوليتني من سرور لا أسميه

أوليتني من سرور لا أسميه

The hidden depths of my secret almost rejoiced in what

My secret’s innermost secrets were almost gladdened by what

My innermost secrets nearly revealed what

You bestowed upon me—a joy I will not name.

You bestowed on me of joy that I do not name.

You have granted me in joys I cannot name,

فصاح للسر سر منك يرقبه

فصاح للسر سر منك يرقبه

كيف السروربسر دون مبديه

كيف السروربسر دون مبديه

Then a secret from You, watching it, cried out to my secret:

Then a secret from You, watching over it, cried to the secret:

But a secret from you keeping watch cried out

“How can there be joy in a secret, apart from the One who reveals it?”

“How can there be joy in a secret apart from its revealer?”

How can joy in secret be without displaying it?

فظل يلحظه سراً ليلحظه

فظل يلحظه سراً ليلحظه

والحق يلحظني ألا أراعيه

والحق يلحظني ألا أراعيه

So it remained secretly beholding Him, that He might behold it,

So it kept watching Him secretly, that He might watch it;

So it kept watching in secret to watch over it

while the Real beholds me—should I not attend to Him?

And the Real watches me—should I not heed Him?

While the Truth watched me, that I not heed it,

وأقبل السر يغني الكل عن صفتي

وأقبل السر يغني الكل عن صفتي

وأقبل الحق يغنيني ويغنيه

وأقبل الحق يغنيني ويغنيه

And the secret drew near, making the whole dispense with any attribute of mine;

And the secret began freeing everyone from the need to describe me,

And the secret came, describing me to all,

and the Real drew near, sufficing me and sufficing it.

And the Real began enriching me and it.

While the Truth came, enriching me and it.