وَأَغْيَدٍ يُخْجِلُ ضَوْءَ الْبُدُورْ

قَبَضَ رُوحِي عِنْدَ بَسْطِ الْكُسُورْ

A moon whose light puts lamps to shame

Many a graceful youth who shames the light of full moons,

Took my soul when misfortune came

Contracted my soul while expanding fractions;

أَوْدَى بِقَلْبِي قَوْلُهُ آمِراً

أَضْرِبْ فَفِي الأَحْشَاءِ مِنْهُ فُطُورْ

His words destroyed my heart, commanding

His commanding word laid waste to my heart:

"Strike! Within it rupture and pour!"

"Multiply!"—a strike from which my innermost depths are rent with fissures.

فَقُلْتُ إِذْ دَلَّهَنِي لَفْظُهُ

أَلاَ إِلَى اللهِ تَصِيرُ الأُمُورْ

I said, since his words led me there,

And so I said, as his utterance left me bewildered:

"To God all matters come to bear."

"Verily, to God do all matters return!"