حَل الرِحاب نَزيل ساقَه شَغف

لِلثم راحات مَولى خَص بِالهِمم

The dweller of spacious meadows set forth with yearning

To kiss the palms of my Master who singled me out with determination

وَجِئتَ وَالشَوقُ وافى نَحوَ سدته

وَفي يَقيني أَن أَلقى أَخا شيم

And you came while yearning moved towards its goal

And in my conviction, I will meet a brother of noble traits

فَتهت كَالنونِ في بَحر لَهُ ثَبج

مُذهزنى لاعج مِن صَدرى الضَرم

So I wandered like a 'nun' in an ocean that has swelling waves

That shook out from my chest concealed agonies

وَاِن حَظى عَقيل بِالكول وَلى

نَجم اِذا قُلتُ دم يا نَجم لَم يَدُم

And if the day is blessed with ease and comfort

A star whose light fades when I say: O star! Does not last

وَاللَهُ لَو اِن لي بِالشَملِ طائِلَة

لَما فَعُدت عَصيب الكَف وَالقِدَم

By God! If I had the means to reunite

I would not have been with cracked palms and feet

ثبت يَدا سائِق الاِظعان ما رَسَمَت

يَداهُ لِلعيس سير الاِينق الرَسم

Keep steady the hands of the driver of sighs, what

His hands sketched as provisions for the army's march

باحَت لَيالي النَوى بِالوَجد وَهُوَ عَلى

ضَعفي كَتَمت لَظاه أَي مُكتتم

The nights of pining cried out with ecstasy while he

In my weakness concealed its flames, oh what a concealer!

مَولاى لي مِن بَسيط العَفو وافِره

وَأَفضَل العَتب ما يُبنى عَلى العشم

My Master, for me from the vast plain of pardon its ample part

And the best reprimand is that built on hope

رَبَطت بِالتيهِ أَمراسى بِلا سَبب

وَكانَ عَهدي مَديد الفَضل وَالكَرَم

I tied myself to bewilderment without reason

While my habit was of lasting grace and generosity

عَجِبتُ اِذ يُزدَرى المَولى بِتابِعِه

وَيُعلِن الصَد لِلمَحسوب في القَدم

I was surprised when the Master was spurned by his follower

And coldness was openly declared to one considered close

تَؤم مزن الوَفا أَم الرِضا فَتَسقى

عَطشى وَوَردِكَ صافى الماء لِلامم

Are you bringing the vessel of loyalty or consent, so you quench

The thirsty, while your sweet water is for all people

يَسعى لِساحِلِكَ الصادى فَتَحرِمُه

وَوَردك العَذب يَشفى الجِسم مِن سَقم

He seeks your truthful shore, yet you deprive him

While your sweet water heals the body of sickness

هَب اِن عَبدِكَ قَد فاقَت جَريرَتِه

رَضوى وَأَربَت مَساويه عَلى العِلم

Come! Your servant's audacity has surpassed

Acceptance, and his measures have increased in knowledge

أَلَيسَ قَد قيلَ خَيرُ الناسِ عاذَرَهُم

وَأَحسَن الخَلقِ مِن يَعفو عَن اللَمم

Has it not been said: the best of people are those who pardon

And the best of manners are to forgive faults

لا زالَ قَولُكَ قَسطاسا وَمَعدَلة

وَلا بَرِحَت تَقودُ الرُشد بِالحُكم

Your word remains ever just and upright

And never ceases to guide rightly with wisdom

وَهذِه مَدح تَمشى عَلى وَجَل

وَفي الاِشارَة ما يَغنى عَنِ الكَلم

And this is praise walking with awe

And gesture suffices over speech

وَلَها وَقَد أَصابَها رَمد سَرى أَلمه في الجفون

اِذا شَكَت الوَرى سَقم العُيون

For it, though afflicted with an eye disease that spread its pain to the eyelids

When people complain of sick eyes

فَأَبى أَشتَكي أَلَم الجُفون

أَبيت كَواله أَضناه وَجد

I refused to complain of the pain of eyelids

I refused like an overwhelmed lover, an affliction and love

أَنادى مِن جُفوني مِن جُفوني

فَلا جِفن يُطاوِعُني فَاِبكَى

I call out from my eyelids, from my eyelids

But no eyelid obeys me, so cry

وَلا صَبر أُزيلَ بِهِ شُجوني

Nor is there patience with which I can remove my anguish