الشَوقُ أَكثَرَ مِن أَن

يَحويهِ مِنّي كِتابُ

Longing is too great to be

contained in any book of mine,

وَالحِبُّ أَكبَرُ مِن أَن

يُخفيهِ عَنّي حِجابُ

And love is too immense to

be hidden from me by any veil.

عابَ اِشتِهاري قَومٌ

عَن مِشهَدي فيهِ غابوا

Some people disapproved of my fame—

they avoided seeing me.

وَلَو رَأَوهُ بِعَيني

لِاِستَحسَنوا ما أَعابوا

Had they seen me with their own eyes

they would have approved what they disdained.