يأَبي عادِلِ القَوامِ وَإِن ما

لَ فَمالي عَن عَدلِهِ الدَهرَ عَدلُ

O my just and upright beloved, though the days

Have not been just to me, yet his justice lasts forever.

أَنا في الحُبِّ مَكثَرٌ مِن

تَجَنّيهِ وَمِن عَطفِهِ عَلَيَّ مُقِلُّ

For love of him I've borne much blame,

Though little of his favor on me falls.

ما لِوَجدي بُعدٌ يُرامُ لِعُذّا

لي عَلَيهِ إِذ مالَهُ فيهِ قَبلُ

Why should my passion now grow cold

When once toward me his passion rolled?

بِسِواهُ سِوايَ أَصبَحَ مَشغو

لاً وَمالي بِغَيرِهِ عَنهُ شُغلُ

With none but him is my heart engaged.

From others to him my thoughts have turned.

أَنا في حُبِّهِ جُنوني وَوَجدي

بِوُجودي فَفَرعُهُ لي أَصلُ

For him my madness and my sober sense,

For he's the branch to which my roots adhere.

فَبِمَن عَن هَواهُ أَبغي اِشتِغالاً

وَلِتَفصيلِ جُملَتي فَهوَ كُلُّ

With whom then shall I busy my heart

When he's my every part's completeness?

بِسِناهُ اِستَدَلَّ غَيري عَلَيهِ

وَهوَ عِندي عَلى الدَليلُ يَدُلُّ

By his beauty others learned of him,

But he to me's the proof that proves.

نُقطَةً لاحَ ناظِري في صَفاهُ

فَأَراني خَطّاً وَلِلخَطِّ شَكلُ

A glint in his eye showed me worlds,

So I see but a line, and lines take shape.

وَهوَ غَيرُ الَّذي رَأَيتُ وَعَن كُ

لِّ مَقالٍ يُقالُ فيهِ يَجَلُّ

Not what I saw is he, but rather light

Beyond all telling, awe, and sense.