خَلَعتُ بِلِبسِ العَزِّ ثَوبَ تَنَكُّسي
وَهاجَرتُ سُكّانَ المَدارِسِ وَالرَبطِ
Clad in the raiment of glory, I cast off the robe of my abasement.
And I forsook the denizens of madrasas and Sufi hospices.
وَفي فِرَقِ الجَمعِ اِجتَمَعتُ بِفَرقَةٍ
أَصَبتُ بِهِم قَولُ المُصيبِ مِنَ المُخطي
Among the factions of union, I joined a band.
Through them I attained the word of one who is right, not one who errs.
وَرُحتُ وَداري لِلمُحِبّينَ دارَةٌ
لَهُم خَطُّها الجاري وَلي نُقطَةُ الخَطِّ
And I came to be, my dwelling a circle for lovers.
Its flowing circumference is theirs, while mine is the line’s point.
وَلَمّا رَأى أَهلُ الهَوى شَكلُ نُقطَتي
تَداعوا إِلى الإِقرارِ بِالشَكلِ وَالنَقطِ
And when the people of love beheld the form of my point,
They called one another to acknowledge both shaping and dotting.
وَبي عايَنوا نَشرَ النُفوسِ بِطَيِّها
وَفِيَّ رَأَوا نَصبَ المَوازينِ بِالقِسطِ
Through me they beheld the unfolding of souls within their enfolding.
And in me they saw the scales set up with justice.
وَلَستُ عَلى غَيبٍ أُحيلُ مُقَلِّدي
فَيَبدو الرِضى بِالقَولِ مِنّي عَلى سَخطِ
Nor do I refer my unquestioning follower to some unseen matter,
Only for assent to my words to show above an undercurrent of resentment.
Sol 5.6