لولا محيّاك والقوام

لم يخلق الوجد والغرام

Were it not for your countenance and stature,

Longing and passion would never have been created;

ولا أناخ الهوى بقلب

ولا جفا جفنه المنام

Nor would love have alighted in a heart,

Nor would sleep have shunned his eyelid;

ولا غدى مصطفاك رقاً

ولا كسا جسمه السقام

Nor would your Mustafa have become a slave,

Nor would illness have clothed his body.

وكيف يسلو هواك صب

حياه من ثغرك ابتسام

How could one infatuated with you forget your love,

When a smile from your mouth greeted him?

يا جامع الحسن ما لعيني

سواك يا قبلتي إمام

O you who gather all beauty, my eyes have

No imam but you, O my qibla.

مولاي قد عز عنك صبري

وهزَّني الوجد والهيام

My lord, patience away from you is beyond me,

And longing and passion have shaken me.

فانظر بعين الرضا لعبد

يرضيه من أنسك الكلام

Look, then, with the eye of favor upon a servant

Whom conversation in your company would content.

فلا سها والسهاد حظ

من لحظه والورى نيام

Thus he never grows heedless—sleeplessness is the lot

Of whoever beholds him, while all creation sleeps.