قَد خالَطَ الودُّ روحي ثُمَّ مازَجَها

كَأَنَّها الماءُ فيهِ الماءُ مُمتزجُ

Love has penetrated my soul and then pervaded it

As though it were water mixed with water

أَكانَ يُفصَلُ عَنها أَو يُمازُ وَقَد

أُحيلَ تَمييزُ ما بِالرّوحِ يَمتَزِجُ

Can it now be separated from it or distinguished when

It has become impossible to differentiate what in the soul is intermingled