وَبِنَفسي وَإِن أَضَرَّ بِنَفسي

قَمَرٌ لا يَنالُ مِنهُ السِرارُ

Even by my life, though it harms my life,

A moon no shadows can touch.

جالَ ماءُ النَعيمِ مِنهُ بِخَدٍّ

فيهِ لِلمُستَشِفِّ نورٌ وَنارُ

The water of joy flows from his cheek,

In it for the healing-seeker, light and fire.

مُتَجَنٍّ يَحلو تَجَنّيهِ عِندي

فَهوَ يَجني وَمِنِّيَ الإِعتِذارُ

He seems mad, his madness is sweet to me,

He acts mad, while I apologize.