يَكْفِيكَ مِنْهُ إِنْ قَنَعْتَ بِذاكَا

في السُّقْمِ ما صَنَعَتْ بِهِ عَيْناكَا

It suffices you, if you are content with that,

In sickness, what your eyes have done.

يا حَسْبَ سُؤْلِ النَّفْسِ يا أَعْلى المُنى

طُوبى لِعَيْنٍ في المَنَامِ تَرَاكَا

O fulfillment of the soul's request, O highest of wishes,

Blessed are the eyes that see you in a dream.

انْظُرْ فُؤاداً أَنْتَ فِيهِ مُصَوَّرٌ

هَلْ فِيهِ يا نُورَ العُيُونِ سِوَاكَا

Look at a heart in which you are depicted -

Is there, O light of eyes, any but you?

بي مِنْكَ ما لَيْسَتْ تُحَدُّ صِفَاتُهُ

حَاشاكَ أَنْ تُبْلى بِهِ حَاشاكَ

In me is that which qualities do not limit,

You are far above being wearied by it, far above.