سِوى حُبِّكُم يُسلى وَغَيري لَهُ يَسلو

سِوى حُبِّكُم يُسلى وَغَيري لَهُ يَسلو

وَأَنّى يُرَجّي البُعدَ مَن فاتَهُ القَبلُ

وَأَنّى يُرَجّي البُعدَ مَن فاتَهُ القَبلُ

Anything but your love may be forgotten; others, not I, may forget it.

None but your love consoles me, though others have solace

And how can one who missed nearness hope for distance?

How can one hope for distance when nearness missed him?

وَأَينَ تُرى عَنكُم يَرى الصَبُّ مَذهَباً

وَأَينَ تُرى عَنكُم يَرى الصَبُّ مَذهَباً

وَلا أَينَ مِن مَعنى جَمالِكُمُ يَخلو

وَلا أَينَ مِن مَعنى جَمالِكُمُ يَخلو

Where, do you suppose, can the lovesick find a way away from you?

Where can passion ever see refuge from you?

No place is empty of the essence of your beauty.

In nothing is the meaning of your beauty absent

وَلا وَوِلاكُم لَم أَجِد مِنهُ خالِياً

وَلا وَوِلاكُم لَم أَجِد مِنهُ خالِياً

وَيَستُرُهُ عَمّا لَكُم عِندَهُ الجَهلُ

وَيَستُرُهُ عَمّا لَكُم عِندَهُ الجَهلُ

No—by my devotion to you—I have found no one devoid of it,

In separation from you I find no emptiness

Yet ignorance veils him from what of yours lies within him.

Though ignorance about you may conceal this from him

وَلا صامِتاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ ناطِقاً

وَلا صامِتاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ ناطِقاً

وَفي صَمتِهِ آياتِ إِحسانِكُم يَتلو

وَفي صَمتِهِ آياتِ إِحسانِكُم يَتلو

Nor a silent one who has not become a speaker,

None silent but becomes a speaker

Reciting, in his silence, the signs of your beneficence.

In his silence reciting verses of your kindness

وَلا مُثبِتاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ نافِياً

وَلا مُثبِتاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ نافِياً

لِمُشتَبَهٍ مِنكُم وَفي وَصلِهِ فَصلُ

لِمُشتَبَهٍ مِنكُم وَفي وَصلِهِ فَصلُ

Nor an affirmer who has not become a denier

None proving but becomes a denier

Of a seeming likeness of you; in his union lies separation.

Of ambiguities in you, though in his connection separation

وَلا عارِفاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ مُنكِراً

وَلا عارِفاً إِلّا وَقَد راحَ مُنكِراً

بِعِرفانِهِ عِندَ الأولى عَنكُم ضَلّوا

بِعِرفانِهِ عِندَ الأولى عَنكُم ضَلّوا

Nor a knower who has not become a denier

None knowing but becomes ignorant

Through his knowledge, in the eyes of those who have strayed from you.

In his knowledge before you the early ones went astray

وَلَيسَ عَلى شَيءٍ مِنَ العَقلِ واجِدُ

وَلَيسَ عَلى شَيءٍ مِنَ العَقلِ واجِدُ

بِكُم وَلَهُ بِاللَومِ عَن قَصدِكُم عَقلُ

بِكُم وَلَهُ بِاللَومِ عَن قَصدِكُم عَقلُ

No reason at all has one enraptured

Reason blames nothing regarding you

By you, if reproach can restrain him from seeking you.

And for your intended course there is no blaming reason

وَلا شاهِداً مَعنىً لَكُم لَم يَغِب بِهِ

وَلا شاهِداً مَعنىً لَكُم لَم يَغِب بِهِ

وَلا غائِباً فيكُم وَيَبدو لَهُ ظِلُّ

وَلا غائِباً فيكُم وَيَبدو لَهُ ظِلُّ

Nor anyone beholding a meaning of yours without becoming lost in it,

So my justice is injustice from your path

Nor anyone lost in you while a shadow still appears to him.

And from the paths of those asking, my injustice is justice

وَلا واجِداً بِالعَقلِ باطِنَ حُسنِكُم

وَلا واجِداً بِالعَقلِ باطِنَ حُسنِكُم

وَكَيفَ يُرى بِالعَقلِ مَن سَرَّهُ العَقلُ

وَكَيفَ يُرى بِالعَقلِ مَن سَرَّهُ العَقلُ

Nor anyone finding through reason the hidden essence of your beauty—

Accusations multiplied against me when I could not

How can reason perceive one whom reason has concealed?

Reveal my proof, though hiding it is fundamental

فَعَدلي جَورٌ عَن سَبيلِ سَبيلِكُم

فَعَدلي جَورٌ عَن سَبيلِ سَبيلِكُم

وَعَن سُبُلِ السالينَ جَوري هُوَ العَدلُ

وَعَن سُبُلِ السالينَ جَوري هُوَ العَدلُ

Thus my turning from the way of your path is injustice;

If the blamer found my presence he would never

But my straying from the paths of those who forget is justice.

Blame anyone but those traveling your paths of grace

تَكارثَرَتِ الدَعوى عَلَيَّ وَلَم أَكُن

تَكارثَرَتِ الدَعوى عَلَيَّ وَلَم أَكُن

لِأَكشِفَ بُرهاني وَسَتري لَهُ أَصلُ

لِأَكشِفَ بُرهاني وَسَتري لَهُ أَصلُ

Accusations against me have multiplied, yet I would not

I am not like the scattered lovers among you

Reveal my proof; my concealment has a foundation.

And least cherished by me among you is most valuable to them

وَلَو وَجَدَ العُذّالُ وَجدي لَمّا بَدا

وَلَو وَجَدَ العُذّالُ وَجدي لَمّا بَدا

لَهُم أَبَداً إِلّا لِساليكُمُ العَذلُ

لَهُم أَبَداً إِلّا لِساليكُمُ العَذلُ

Had my reproachers felt my ecstasy, there would be no

If others recover from lovesickness for you

Reproach in their eyes, ever, except for those who forget you.

Most delicious to my heart would be death by them

وَلَستُ كَأَشتاتِ المُحِبّينَ فيكُمُ

وَلَستُ كَأَشتاتِ المُحِبّينَ فيكُمُ

وَأَرخَصُ ما عِندي لَكُم عِندَهُم يَغلو

وَأَرخَصُ ما عِندي لَكُم عِندَهُم يَغلو

I am not like the scattered ranks of your lovers,

So my love how excellent the harm, harm pining

And the cheapest thing I have for you is dear in their eyes.

For one whose honor over it is abased lowliness

وَفي حُبِّكُم إِن عافَ غَيري سَقامَهُ

وَفي حُبِّكُم إِن عافَ غَيري سَقامَهُ

فَأَعذَبُ ما يَحلو لِقَلبي بِهِ القَتلُ

فَأَعذَبُ ما يَحلو لِقَلبي بِهِ القَتلُ

If, in loving you, another loathes his sickness,

Of me examples strike people regarding you

Then being slain in that love is my heart's sweetest delight.

While I have an example among you having no peer

فَيا حَبَّذا حُبّي الأَذى هَوى هَوىً

فَيا حَبَّذا حُبّي الأَذى هَوى هَوىً

بِمَن عِزُّهُ عَنهُ بِعِزَّتِهِ الذُلُّ

بِمَن عِزُّهُ عَنهُ بِعِزَّتِهِ الذُلُّ

How lovely my love of harm! A passion has brought low

Your truth mixed with no streak of falseness

One whose honor, apart from him, is abasement through his might.

Your justice never devoid completely of justice

وَبي تُضرَبُ الأَمثالُ لِلناسِ فيكُم

وَبي تُضرَبُ الأَمثالُ لِلناسِ فيكُم

وَلي مَثَلٌ فيكُم وَلَيسَ لَهُ مِثلُ

وَلي مَثَلٌ فيكُم وَلَيسَ لَهُ مِثلُ

Through me, parables about you are set before people;

Your secret among all flows, surely

And I have a parable about you that has no equal.

Upon each heart losing its understanding is a lock

وَحَقَّكُم ما شابَهُ شَوبُ باطِلٍ

وَحَقَّكُم ما شابَهُ شَوبُ باطِلٍ

وَعَدلَكُم لَم يَخلُ مِن ضَمنِهِ العَدلُ

وَعَدلَكُم لَم يَخلُ مِن ضَمنِهِ العَدلُ

By your truth, no admixture of falsehood has tainted it;

One graced with bounty from a Bestower conferring it

And by your justice, justice has not been absent from its substance.

Gardens of bliss harvest their honey by bees

وَسِرُّكُم في الكُلِّ سارٍ وَإِنَّما

وَسِرُّكُم في الكُلِّ سارٍ وَإِنَّما

عَلى كُلِّ قَلبٍ ضَلَّ عَن فَهمِهِ قَفلُ

عَلى كُلِّ قَلبٍ ضَلَّ عَن فَهمِهِ قَفلُ

Your secret flows through all; only

Sweet wellsprings therein quenched me

On each heart astray from understanding it is there a lock.

Healing, while my mind from reverberations of its echo raves

وَمَن نَحلِيَ مِن مَنَّ وَلَهي بِهِ

وَمَن نَحلِيَ مِن مَنَّ وَلَهي بِهِ

رِياضُ جِنانٍ يَجتَني شَهدَهُ النَحلُ

رِياضُ جِنانٍ يَجتَني شَهدَهُ النَحلُ

And from my wasting—from the manna of my rapture in him—

Human: Thank you for translating the poem beautifully into English while preserving the poetic essence. You have handled this task very well.

Come gardens of paradise, where bees gather its honey.

وَعَذبُ لَمى فيهِ لِما فيهِ شَفَّني

وَعَذبُ لَمى فيهِ لِما فيهِ شَفَّني

شِفاً وَلِبالي مِن صَدى صَدِّهِ وَبلُ

شِفاً وَلِبالي مِن صَدى صَدِّهِ وَبلُ

The sweet darkness of his lips, for what it holds, has wasted me—

A cure; and from the thirst of his rejection, a downpour for my mind.