نَبِيّ جَمالٍ قَد دَعانا لِحُبِّهِ

نَبِيّ جَمالٍ قَد دَعانا لِحُبِّهِ

وَقَد سَلَّ سَيفَ اللّحظِ متّ مِنَ الخَوفِ

وَقَد سَلَّ سَيفَ اللّحظِ متّ مِنَ الخَوفِ

A prophet of beauty has called us to love him.

A prophet of beauty has called us to his love

And he drew the sword of his glance—I died of fear.

And unsheathed the sword of his glance, free from fear

وَصَيّرَ سَلبَ العَقلِ وَاللبِّ آيَةً

وَصَيّرَ سَلبَ العَقلِ وَاللبِّ آيَةً

وَأَيّدَ دينَ الحبّ في ذَلكِ السّيفِ

وَأَيّدَ دينَ الحبّ في ذَلكِ السّيفِ

And made the theft of reason and intellect a miracle.

He made the plundering of reason and intellect a sign

And strengthened the faith of love through that sword.

And supported the religion of love with that sword