كَبد أَطالَ بِنارِهِ ايقادِه

اِبدا أَراهُ مَعَ الرِضا مُنقاده

My liver prolongs with its kindling, its flames

Forever I see it, following pleasure, obedient

عُنقي بِاِغلال الهَوى لَو قادَه

لَرَأَيت اِنَّ الفَضلَ مِنهُ عَميم

If the fetters of passion pulled my neck where they lead

You'd see that his grace is perfect, complete