إِذا ما زُرت أَكناف المَرام
بِقونية فَبَلغها سَلامي
If ever you visit the precincts of the heart’s desire,
in Konya, then convey to them my greetings.
وَقُل يا نُزهة الأَبصار حُسناً
سَقى واديك منهل الغَمام
And say: O delight of the eyes in beauty,
may the rain cloud’s wellspring water your valley.
فَكَم طارَحت مِن وَرقاء تَشدو
عَلى العَذبات فيهِ مِن الغَرام
How many a singing gray dove I answered song for song,
upon its tender boughs there, out of love;
وَكَم صادَفت مِن ظَبي كَحيل
وَكَم شاهَدتُ مِن بَدرٍ تَمام
how many a kohl-eyed gazelle I encountered,
and how many a moon at the full I beheld.
وَهَبت نَسمة في الحَي لَما
طَرَقَت الحَي فائحة البشام
A breeze stirred through the quarter when
the scent of balsam came upon the quarter by night.
وَهمت بِها فَكادَ الدَهر وَجداً
يَهيم لَما رَآهُ مِن هيام
I was entranced by it, and Time itself, for rapture, nearly
went love-mad at the passion it beheld.
عَلى ذاكَ الضَريح وَما يَليهِ
تَحيات مِن الرَب السَلام
Upon that shrine and all that lies around it,
be greetings from the Lord, the Source of Peace.
Sol 5.6