حي الربيع بزهره

فحكى لنا خلق الحبيب

Spring came with its flowers

And told us of the creation of the Beloved

وبنصه غنى لنا

خبر الحبيب العندليب

In its text it sang to us

News of the sweet nightingale Beloved

وبدا الصباح كوجهه

اللماع بالحسن العجيب

And the morning began like His face

Shining beautifully wondrously

والخمر دار بذكره

روحاً وما خمر الزبيب

And the wine circulated in His mention

A spirit not the raisins' wine

ودعا مناديه القلو

ب وكلها قامت تجيب

And its caller called to the hearts

And they all stood up responding

صوتٌ أتاها من مكا

نٍ لذلك الرحب المهيب

A voice came to them from a

Place of great awe

ضرب الجلال سرادقاً

بين القوافل والكثيب

Majesty has cast a tent

Between the caravans and the hill

فعلت هنالك ضجة ال

أقوام تعلن بالنحيب

There arose the clamor of

People proclaiming with weeping

طالع الجمال من الجلا

ل يلوع في طرزٍ غريب

Beauty ascended from majesty

Hurting in strange embroidery

نثرت طرائف لطفه

والنور بادٍ لا يغيب

It scattered the subtleties of His grace

And the light flows never setting

فتزاحم الأحباب ول

هانٌ ومولوعٌ كئيب

So the loved ones crowded and

Melted, sad and burning with grief

كلٌّ يناجي حبه

شبه السقيم مع الطبيب

Each whispering his love

Like the sick with the doctor

طاروا له بالإجتها

د ومن أتاه لا يخيب

They flew to Him with devotion

And whoever came to Him is not deprived

ودنوا بنسبة عزمهم

ولكل مجتهندٍ نصيب

And they drew near to the extent of their resolve

And for every striver there is a share