أَلاَ فَالذِي تَسْمُو إِلَيْهِ وَتَرْتَقِي

أَلاَ بَخْتِيَارٌ اِسْمُ ذَاكَ الْمُمَزَّقِ

Behold, that to which you aspire and ascend,

Bears the name 'Bakhtiyar', that divided word.

فَنِصْفَاهُ بَخْتٌ ثٌمَّ يَارٌ وَعَكْسُ ذَا

لِمَنْ رَامَهُ رَأْيٌ بِهِ الْمَرْءُ يَتَّقِي

Its two halves are 'Bakht' (fortune), then 'Yar' (companion), and its reverse,

For whoever seeks it, is the sound judgment by which a man shields himself.

وَبِخْتُكَ يُدْنِي مِنْكَ كُلَّ مُمَنَّعٍ

وَرَأْيُكَ يَنْفِي عَنْكَ ذُلَّ التَّعَشُّقِ

Your fortune draws near to you every inaccessible thing,

While your reason banishes from you the humiliation of infatuation.

فَلاَ تَتَعَشَّقْ غَيْرَ سَعْيٍ لِرَاحَةٍ

تَدُومُ وَوَصْلٍ مَا لَهُ مِنْ تَفَرُّقِ

So be passionately drawn to nothing but the striving for a repose

That endures, and a union that knows no separation.