للّهِ خالٌ بوسطِ وَجْنَتِهِ

بحُبِّهِ الصَّبُّ ما بهِ رَمَقُ

In the middle of God's garden is an empty space

The youth, in his love, has no respite

كأنّهُ عَنبَرٌ على لَهَبٍ

يَفوحُ طِيباً ولَيْسَ يَحْتَرِقُ

As if it were ambergris on fire

Exuding fragrance, but not burning