تَجري مَع الحُب إِلى غاية
خَبيئة كَالعطر في وَرده
Love flows to a hidden end
Like perfume in its rose
أَدنى إِلى الأَنفُس في طِيبه
بِقَدر ما يوغل في بُعده
Closer to souls in its scent
By how deep its source goes
إِذا اِنقَضى كانَ عَلى صَدره
قَبر لِذاكَ العُرف مِن بَعده
When it's gone, on its chest
Lies the grave of that ethos
كَذَلِكَ الحُب وَغاياته
مِن بَرقه الخاطف أَو رَعده
Such is love and its goals
In its fleeting flash or its thunderous throes
يا مَن فَجَرت الحُسن في عالم
مِن جُندك القَلب وَمِن جُنده
O you through whom beauty did grace
Creation, your heart its soldier, your face its base
يَرف سحر الكَون في ثَغره
وَيُولد الحُب عَلى مَهده
Magic weaves round your lips
Birthplace of love, cradle it keeps
مَتاعب الدُنيا وَآلامها
وَمَبعَث الفِتنة مِن عِنده
Worldly troubles and pains
Lie in wait by your gaze
هبتني القَلب الَّذي لَم يَفق
مِن سَكرَة الحُسن وَمِن وَجده
You've left me dizzy, drunk with delight
My heart astir, my senses alight
وَأَنتَ يا مَن ذُقت طَعم الهَوى
مِن سحر عَينيه وَمِن خَدِهِ
And you, who tasted love's taste
From the magic of his eyes and his chaste embrace
عَيناكَ هاتان وَقَد صَبغتا
مِن كِبرِياء الحُسن أَو مَجده
Your eyes that dyed themselves
With the arrogance of glory or fame
عَيناكَ هاتان وَما فيهما
مِن هادئ السحر وَمحتده
Your eyes that conceal within
Tranquil sorcery and restless din
كَمضمر سراً وَمِن بَينه
مَغالق الكَون وَلَم يُبدِه
Like a secret half-confessed
Hiding the cosmos you haven't addressed
يا صَحو دُنياي وَأَحلامِها
وَرِقة العابد في زُهدِهِ
Vision of my world and its dreams
Devotion's leaf in its scheme
مِثالية الحُسن وَآلاءه
وَبَر ما أَسلَف مِن وَعده
Ideal of beauty, its endowment divine
Fulfilling the promise of design
تَعالَ يا لَوعة قَلبي وَما
تَحرجت كَفاكَ مِن وَأده
Come, o longing of my heart, do not refrain
From a union your hands would not deign
نَستَقبل الروحي مِ حبنا
وَنَبعث المَوؤود مِن لَحده
We'll welcome the spirit with our love anew
And resurrect the dead from their graves into you
