نفسي فداءَ كتابٍ حاز كل منى

جاء الرسولُ به من عندِ محبوبِ

My soul is sacrificed for a book that gained all my wishes

The Messenger brought it from the Beloved

مبشراً أن ذاك السُخط عاد رِضا

وبدلتُ منهُ من بُعدٍ بتقريبِ

Bringing good news that the displeasure has turned to pleasure

And after distance, I was brought near through it

حَسِبتُهُ ناظراً نحوي بناظِرِه

ومُهدياً لي ما في فيه من طيب

I imagined it looking at me with its sights

And guiding me to the goodness contained within it

ظلِلتُ أطويهِ من وَجد وأنشرُهُ

وكاد يبليه تقبيلي وتقليبي

I folded it over from joy and unfolded it

Nearly wearing it out from my kissing and turning of its pages

كم قبلةً ليَ في عُنوانه عَذُبت

وبردَت بالتلظي حَرَّ تعذيب

How many sweet kisses I planted on its title

And was cooled from the agony of burning torment

كأنه حين جَلّى الحزنَ عن خلَدي

قميصُ يوسف في أجفان يعقوب

It was as if when sadness departed my eternity

It was Joseph's shirt in the eyes of Jacob

لو كان ما فيه من موعوده كذِبا

شَفى فكيف بوعد غير مكذوب

If what was contained in it of promises was lies

It still cured - so what of an undeceitful promise?