1. The article by Ibn al-Rif'a'i, its essence was
Longing for the chamber of the Chosen One that pervades it

2. He came wandering, calling out to it, asking it
In the state of distance, my soul I was sending to it

3. The earth accepts from me, and it is my deputy
The fires of longing in his depths were kindled

4. And my heart quivers and my eyelids have rained
Oh how many times the eye of my heart your face awaited

5. And this is the state of specters that has come
So extend your right hand that my lips may enjoy it