للهِ حَمَّامٌ حَكَتْنِيْ حالُهُ

للهِ حَمَّامٌ حَكَتْنِيْ حالُهُ

ماءٌ يَصُوبُ وحَرُّ نارٍ تُضْرَمُ

ماءٌ يَصُوبُ وحَرُّ نارٍ تُضْرَمُ

God be praised for a bathhouse whose state mirrored my own:

For God I have a dove that told me its condition:

Water pouring down, and the heat of a blazing fire.

Water pouring and the heat of a blazing fire,

فكأنَّما نِيرانُهُ ومِياهُهُ

فكأنَّما نِيرانُهُ ومِياهُهُ

والجِسْمُ بينَهُما يَلَذُّ ويَنْعَمُ

والجِسْمُ بينَهُما يَلَذُّ ويَنْعَمُ

It is as though its fires and waters—

So it seems its fires and its waters

while the body between them delights and enjoys ease—

Are the body between enjoying and luxuriating.

قَلْبٌ تَقَلَّبَ بينَ لذَّاتِ الهَوى

قَلْبٌ تَقَلَّبَ بينَ لذَّاتِ الهَوى

وحَشاهُ يَصْلى والمَدامِعُ تَسْجُمُ

وحَشاهُ يَصْلى والمَدامِعُ تَسْجُمُ

were a heart turning amid the pleasures of love,

A heart tossed between the pleasures of passion

while its core burns and the eyes stream with tears.

And its worries pray while the tears flow.