لِمِثَالِto the likeness of نَعْلِthe sandal of المُصْطَفَىthe Chosen One أُصْفِيI devote sincerely الهَوَىlove
لِمِثَالِ نَعْلِ المُصْطَفَى أُصْفِي الهَوَى
وَأَرَىand I deem السُلُوَّceasing to love خَطِيئَةًa sin لَنْwill not تُغْفَراbe forgiven
وَأَرَى السُلُوَّ خَطِيئَةً لَنْ تُغْفَرا
To the likeness of the Chosen One's sandal I devote my pure love.
For the example of Mustafa's sandal I purify my love,
And I deem ceasing to love a sin that will not be forgiven.
And I see deviation as a sin that will not be forgiven.
وَإِذَاand when أُصَافِحُهُI clasp it وأَمْسَحُand I stroke لاثِماًkissing
وَإِذَا أُصَافِحُهُ وأَمْسَحُ لاثِماً
أَرْكانَهُits corners فَمُعزِّزاًthus honoring وَمُوَقِّراand revering
أَرْكانَهُ فَمُعزِّزاً وَمُوَقِّرا
And when I clasp it and caress it, kissing
And when I shake his hand and wipe the sinner,
its corners, I do so with honor and reverence.
I honor its pillars, esteeming and revering.
سِرُّthe secret of اعْتِزَازِيmy pride فيin جَهارِthe open display of تَذَلُّلِيmy self-abasement
سِرُّ اعْتِزَازِي في جَهارِ تَذَلُّلِي
لِجَلالِهِbefore its majesty أَثَراًan imprint بِقَلْبِيupon my heart أَثَّراhas left a mark
لِجَلالِهِ أَثَراً بِقَلْبِي أَثَّرا
The secret of my pride in my open self-abasement
The secret of my pride in my open humility
before its majesty has left an imprint upon my heart.
For his glory has left a trace in my heart.
إِنْif شَاقَنِيstirred my longing ذَاكَthat المِثالُthe likeness فَطَالَماfor how often
إِنْ شَاقَنِي ذَاكَ المِثالُ فَطَالَما
شَاقَstirred longing in المُحِبَّthe lover الطيْفُthe phantom يَطْرُقُvisits by night فِيin الكَرىsleep
شَاقَ المُحِبَّ الطيْفُ يَطْرُقُ فِي الكَرى
If that likeness has stirred my longing, how often
If that example has defied me, for long has
has a phantom stirred a lover's longing, visiting him in sleep!
The beloved's phantom defied as it wondered about.
لِيfor me أُسْوَةٌan example فِيin العاشِقِينَthe lovers وَقَصْدِهِمْand their seeking
لِي أُسْوَةٌ فِي العاشِقِينَ وَقَصْدِهِمْ
لَثْمَkissing الطُلولِthe ruins لأَهْلِهِنَّfor their inhabitants تَذكُّراin remembrance
لَثْمَ الطُلولِ لأَهْلِهِنَّ تَذكُّرا
I find an example in lovers and their seeking
I have a model among lovers and their quest
to kiss the ruins, remembering those who dwelt there,
For kissing the tresses of their loved ones in remembrance.
وَبُكائِهِمْand their weeping تِلْكَthose المَعَاهِدَthe familiar haunts ضِلَّةًin bewilderment
وَبُكائِهِمْ تِلْكَ المَعَاهِدَ ضِلَّةً
تَحْتَbeneath الظَّلامِthe darkness عَلَىto الغَرامِardent love تَوَفَّراcomplete devotion
تَحْتَ الظَّلامِ عَلَى الغَرامِ تَوَفَّرا
and their weeping over those familiar haunts in bewilderment,
And their crying over those covenants gone astray
beneath the darkness, wholly devoted to ardent love.
Under the darkness for love gathered.
أَفَلاshall I not, then أُمَرِّغُI rub فيهِin it شَيْبِيmy gray hair رَاشِداًrightly guided
أَفَلا أُمَرِّغُ فيهِ شَيْبِي رَاشِداً
وأُريقُand I pour out دَمْعِيmy tears وَسْطَهin its midst مُسْتَبْصِراclear-sighted
وأُريقُ دَمْعِي وَسْطَه مُسْتَبْصِرا
Then shall I not rub my gray hair against it, rightly guided,
Shall I not rub my old age in it rightly guided
and pour out my tears within it, clear-sighted,
And shed my tears amidst it seeing clearly?
ثِقَةًin confidence بِإِثْرائِيin my enrichment مِنَfrom الخَيْراتِblessings فِيin
ثِقَةً بِإِثْرائِي مِنَ الخَيْراتِ فِي
شَغَفِيmy passionate love بِنَعْلَيْfor the two sandals of خَيْرthe best of منْthose who وَطِئَtrod الثَّرىthe earth
شَغَفِي بِنَعْلَيْ خَيْر منْ وَطِئَ الثَّرى
confident of being enriched with blessings through
Trusting to enrich myself with virtues in
my passionate love for the two sandals of the best who trod the earth?
My passion for the sandal, better than what the ground has trod.
Sol 6.1