وَلائِمٍ مَرَّ بِمَن لامَني

في حُبِّهِ سِرّاً وَإعلانا

One who blamed me passed by one I love,

Secretly and openly, ardent in affection.

فَظَلَّ إِذ قابَلَهُ شاخِصاً

كَأَنَّما قابَلَ بُستانا

So he remained, when he met him, staring,

As if he had met a flower garden.

فَقُلتُ وَالشَهوَةُ مِنهُ لَهُ

قَد بانَ لي مِنها الَّذي بانا

So I said, while desire for him burnt in me,

What was latent to me from it has become manifest.

مِن هَذِهِ العُقدَةِ يا شَيخَنا

كانَ مِنَ النِجارِ ما كانا

“Release us from this knot, our master!

What happened was what the carpenter made.”