1. When hearts are devoid of Him, souls
Are spellbound by the accursed whisperer.

2. And if filled with His light and remembrance,
They become shining suns in their cycles.

3. We saw Him as a beloved, beautiful, fluttering
Lover of all kinds of beauty's discourse.

4. And if the fire of life appears on His cheek,
His worshippers prostrate before Him like Magi.

5. If Gabriel blows in His Messiah's soul,
Monks and priests are awed by Him.

6. We imagined His beauty like the rising moon
With in His hand cups He passes around.

7. He has a bow that shoots arrows at us when twanged,
And lovers have no shields.

8. One day we stood by Him, by night we slept near Him,
A candle that contained men and cloth.

9. We sold Him as coins; He is what
We buy and sell, and He is dirhams.

10. Water we drank, meat and bread
We ate, and by that meals were served.

11. Many clothes we wore as adornment,
Houses we inhabited and walked in.

12. We preserved Him as worms in drink and food,
And bequeathed Him as lice in clothes and wood.

13. Enemies hate Him and friends
Love Him, whether laughing or frowning,

14. Fearing Him awfully, we hope
For Him, heads raised to the hopes.