وَبَدرُ دُجى شِعرِ مَتى بَرَقَت بِهِ

وَبَدرُ دُجى شِعرِ مَتى بَرَقَت بِهِ

شُموسُ الحُمَيّا أَشرَقَت مِن مُحَيّاهُ

شُموسُ الحُمَيّا أَشرَقَت مِن مُحَيّاهُ

And a full moon in poetry’s darkness—whenever within him flash

When the moons of his cheek flash their brilliance

the suns of wine, they shine forth from his countenance.

From his face's crescent their light appears

صَفاهُ بِهِ يَبدو لِرائيهِ وَصفَهُ

صَفاهُ بِهِ يَبدو لِرائيهِ وَصفَهُ

فَلَو جالَ فيهِ الفِكرَ لِلعَينِ جَلّاهُ

فَلَو جالَ فيهِ الفِكرَ لِلعَينِ جَلّاهُ

His clarity—through it, his nature appears to whoever beholds him.

His fairness by it is seen by beholders

So, were thought to roam within him, it would unveil him to the eye.

And if mind looked upon it, it would elucidate it

فَلا لَطَفَ إِلّا وَهوَ جِسمٌ لِلُطفِهِ

فَلا لَطَفَ إِلّا وَهوَ جِسمٌ لِلُطفِهِ

وَمَعنى مَعاني الكُلِّ في الكُلِّ مَعناهُ

وَمَعنى مَعاني الكُلِّ في الكُلِّ مَعناهُ

For no subtlety is anything but a body beside his subtlety,

So no grace but is body to its gracefulness

And the meaning of all things’ meanings, in all things, is his meaning.

And the meaning of meanings of all is in all its meaning