أنْتُم فُرُوضي ونَفلي

أنْتُم فُرُوضي ونَفلي

أنْتُم حَديثي وشُغْلي

أنْتُم حَديثي وشُغْلي

You are my obligatory rites and my voluntary devotion.

You are my obligatory and additional prayers,

You are my conversation and my preoccupation.

You are my talk and preoccupation,

يا قِبْلَتِي في صلاتي

يا قِبْلَتِي في صلاتي

إذا وَقَفْتُ أُصلّي

إذا وَقَفْتُ أُصلّي

O my qibla in my prayer,

O my direction of prayer when I stand up to pray,

When I stand to pray.

Your beauty is the object of my eyes,

جَمالُكُمْ نَصْبُ عَيني

جَمالُكُمْ نَصْبُ عَيني

إليهِ وجّهْتُ كُلّي

إليهِ وجّهْتُ كُلّي

Your beauty is before my eyes;

To it I have directed all of me,

Toward it I have turned my whole being.

And your secret is in my conscience,

وسِرّكُمْ في ضَميري

وسِرّكُمْ في ضَميري

والقلبُ طُورُ التّجَلّي

والقلبُ طُورُ التّجَلّي

And your secret lies within my innermost self;

And the heart is the place of manifestation.

And the heart is the Sinai of divine manifestation.

I saw a fire in the living, at night, so I gave good news to my family,

آنسْتُ في الحَيّ ناراً

آنسْتُ في الحَيّ ناراً

لَيْلاً فَبَشّرْتُ أهلي

لَيْلاً فَبَشّرْتُ أهلي

I glimpsed a fire in the encampment

I said: stay, perhaps I will find guidance, perhaps.

At night, and so brought my family glad tidings.

I drew near to it, and it was

قُلْتُ امْكُثُوا فَلَعَلّي

قُلْتُ امْكُثُوا فَلَعَلّي

أجِدْ هُدايَ لَعَلّي

أجِدْ هُدايَ لَعَلّي

I said, “Stay here, for perhaps I

The fire of the Speaker before me.

Will find my guidance—perhaps I will.”

I was called loudly from it:

دَنَوْتُ مِنها فكانَتْ

دَنَوْتُ مِنها فكانَتْ

نارُ المُكَلَّمِ قَبلي

نارُ المُكَلَّمِ قَبلي

I drew near to it, and it was

Return the nights of connection and my prayers!

The fire of the one spoken to before me.

Until when the appointed time drew near

نودِيتُ مِنها جِهاراً

نودِيتُ مِنها جِهاراً

رُدّوا لَياليَ وَصلي

رُدّوا لَياليَ وَصلي

I was called aloud from it:

In the gathering of my reunion.

“Restore the nights of my union.”

My mountains became crushed

حتى إذا ما تَدَانَى ال

حتى إذا ما تَدَانَى ال

ميقَاتُ في جَمْعِ شملي

ميقَاتُ في جَمْعِ شملي

Until, when there drew near the

By the awe of the Manifest.

Appointed time for gathering my scattered self,

And a hidden secret appeared

صارَتْ جِباليَ دكاً

صارَتْ جِباليَ دكاً

منْ هَيْبَةِ المُتَجَلّي

منْ هَيْبَةِ المُتَجَلّي

My mountains were crushed flat

Known to those who were like me.

From awe of the One revealing Himself.

And I became the Moses of my time

ولاحَ سرٌ خَفيٌ

ولاحَ سرٌ خَفيٌ

يَدْريهِ مَنْ كَانَ مِثْلي

يَدْريهِ مَنْ كَانَ مِثْلي

And a hidden mystery shone forth,

When some of me became Ali.

Known to whoever was like me.

So death in it is my life

وصِرْتُ مُوسَى زَمَاني

وصِرْتُ مُوسَى زَمَاني

مذ صارَ بَعْضِيَ علّي

مذ صارَ بَعْضِيَ علّي

And I became the Moses of my age,

And in my life, my killing.

Since part of me became [unclear in the supplied text].

I am the indigent endowed with meaning—

فالموتُ فيهِ حياتي

فالموتُ فيهِ حياتي

وفي حَياتيَ قَتلي

وفي حَياتيَ قَتلي

For in death lies my life,

Have mercy on my state and my humility.

And in my life lies my slaying.

أنا الفقيرُ المُعَنّى

أنا الفقيرُ المُعَنّى

رِقُوا لِحَالي وذُلّي

رِقُوا لِحَالي وذُلّي

I am the poor, tormented one;

Have pity on my plight and my abasement.