روض التجلّي قد فاح وردُه

وراق نهلي وطاب وِردُه

The garden of revelation, its roses are fragrant

My stream is verdant, its roses are sweet

والحبّ يجلى والصبّ عبدُه

تسقيه كأس الوصال يدُه

Love is revealed, passion is its slave

Its hand serves the cup of union

لمّا تجلّى جنح السحاري

والكأس ممّا سواه عاري

When the wings of dawn were revealed

The cup was bare of all but it

رأيت سرّاً في الكأس ساري

في الذوق منّا قد عزّ مجده

I saw a mystery flowing in the cup

Exalted in taste from us, glorified is its glory

فردٌ تعالى من غير ثاني

بل جمعٌ في وحدة المثاني

Matchless, transcendent without a second

Rather a whole in the duality of numbers

وهو الإشارات والمعاني

وقربه في العيان بُعده

It is allusions and meanings

Its nearness in perception is its distance

فاشرب على هذه الموارد

ورد صفا هذه المشاهد

Drink from these meadows

The fresh roses of these visions

تجلى عليك الغيد الخرائد

والحبّ يحلو لديك شهده

Revealed to you are the eternal brides

And love is sweet to you, its honey

فأنت مطلوب ذات نفسك

وفيك مسكوب خمر قدسك

You are the desired, your very soul

Poured into you is the holy wine

إذا انتفى عنك وهم حدسك

فأنت كلّ المنا وقصده

If the illusion of your senses passes

You are all of purpose and meaning