يا نديمي إن غابت الناس عني
فتبدت حقيقة الحق مني
O my companion, when people vanish from me,
then the Reality of the Real reveals itself from me.
غابت الناس أَبطَنوا بظهورٍ
منك لي حالةً تخالفُ ظني
The people vanished; through my manifestation they hid themselves within.
From You comes to me a state that confounds my expectation.
أنت كلمتني بأحرف ذاتي
وأجبت الكلام بي لك عني
You spoke to me in the letters of my own essence,
and through me You answered the speech—to Yourself, on my behalf.
إنني في يديك تفعل بي ما
شئتَ قدماً من راحةٍ وتعني
Indeed, I am in Your hands: You do with me whatever
You willed from eternity, whether my ease or my toil.
وأنا الحادث الذي بالتجلي
منك أبدو وأختفي بالتجني
And I am the temporal being who, through self-disclosure
from You, appears—and through harsh withdrawal disappears.
قدرتني الأسماء منك قديماً
بعد علمٍ أحاط بي قدَّرتني
The divine Names ordained me from You in pre-eternity;
after Your knowledge encompassed me, You gave me my measure.
تارة أنت معرض عن ودادي
ثم طوراً تمدني بالتمني
At times You turn away from my love,
then at another time sustain me with longing.
فتريني الإقبال منك اعتناءً
بي وفن لي منك طوراً وفني
Thus You show me Your turning toward me as care
for me; and at times an art comes to me from You—and is my art.
عدمٌ كلنا وأنت وجود
عنك بالحق لا نزال نُكنِّي
We are all nonbeing, while You are Being;
of You—by the Real—we never cease to speak in allusions.
أنت حق وباطل نحن هذا
جاءنا في تصديق قولِ المغني
You are Reality, and we are falsehood: this
has come to us in confirmation of the singer’s saying:
كل شيء مما خلا الله ربي
باطلٌ والصحيح أنك أني
Everything other than God, my Lord,
is vain; and the truth is that You are I.
قلت بي كلما أقول وما قد
قلت في خمرة وفي وصف دن
Through me You spoke whenever I speak; and all that I have
said of wine and in describing a great wine jar,
وغلام وروضة ورداح
وانعطاف وميلة وتثني
a youth, a garden, and a full-figured beauty,
a graceful turn, a sway, and a sinuous bending—
وهو قولي لأنه هو مثلي
وهو فاني ونور وجهك يغني
it is my utterance, for it is my likeness;
and it is passing, while the light of Your Face suffices.
Sol 5.6