1. Your blessings upon me are a thousandfold
Each one a world of light

2. You raised me up on the wings of power and passion
To a world spellbound by the visions of your eyes

3. My eyes grow weary from such beauty that when they close
I sleep upon your silken legends and myths

4. I cheat sleep for fear of waking from a dream
That lingered, intoxicated, upon my lips

5. And your phantom visited my eyelids, sweetening them
O spectral visitors, so fragrant and perfumed!

6. Their sweetness on visions' visits descended
From my lashes into the purest glass

7. As if your whispers in the winds and rustling
Circulated amongst the flowers

8. Innocence flows in it, spilled
From a child's babble and the twitter of a bird

9. I have long savored your voice in my heart
Never pressed, but bright in ways unseen

10. If I were one of the Houris in Paradise
I would shine before the Houris in divine light

11. You created me from dangling grapevines
My yearning thirst for a vine's droop and trail

12. How then did you ignore my heart in its resolve
When you were crafting my creativity and painting?

13. And how can you complain that my love leads me astray
When you were the one who shaped my thoughts and expressions?

14. And do you want my soul calm and tranquil
When you composed my spirit from storms?

15. I am used to the essence you poured into my being
O my estrangement in my twisting and changing!

16. I cried "Glory!" for the radiant new moon I praised
Was it for God or for beauty that I glorified?

17. O spirit-child: the hearts that pine for your beauty
Will be forgiven by God however heavy their sins

18. If your immaculate errors were exposed
The peak of Mount Sinai would shake and tremble

19. As if they were verdant broken branches
Dripping with fragrant basil-scented rain

20. O star that hides from me awhile and then shines
With sudden glimpses of recognition and denial!

21. You abandoned your brother dawn and awoke
The morning sun with forgotten sighs

22. I know this beauty's source must be heavenly
So sweet of form, so sacred of lineage

23. For in the sky, on its boundless blue
I see a trail of clouds dragged from your gown

24. Do not fret o’er the dealings of dark fate
Destinies caress where they once condemned

25. I have endless treasures of affection
Lavished on all the wronged and the oppressed

26. I give generously to those deprived, so pity me!
I pour blessings on petitioners galore

27. My jewels lie dormant, steeped in fragrance
Lost in separation's bliss after being secreted away

28. They strayed from the tender neck, so I returned them
To the welcoming lips of light for light