أنْتُم فُرُوضي ونَفلي

أنْتُم حَديثي وشُغْلي

You are my obligatory and additional prayers,

You are my talk and preoccupation,

يا قِبْلَتِي في صلاتي

إذا وَقَفْتُ أُصلّي

O my direction of prayer when I stand up to pray,

Your beauty is the object of my eyes,

جَمالُكُمْ نَصْبُ عَيني

إليهِ وجّهْتُ كُلّي

To it I have directed all of me,

And your secret is in my conscience,

وسِرّكُمْ في ضَميري

والقلبُ طُورُ التّجَلّي

And the heart is the place of manifestation.

I saw a fire in the living, at night, so I gave good news to my family,

آنسْتُ في الحَيّ ناراً

لَيْلاً فَبَشّرْتُ أهلي

I said: stay, perhaps I will find guidance, perhaps.

I drew near to it, and it was

قُلْتُ امْكُثُوا فَلَعَلّي

أجِدْ هُدايَ لَعَلّي

The fire of the Speaker before me.

I was called loudly from it:

دَنَوْتُ مِنها فكانَتْ

نارُ المُكَلَّمِ قَبلي

Return the nights of connection and my prayers!

Until when the appointed time drew near

نودِيتُ مِنها جِهاراً

رُدّوا لَياليَ وَصلي

In the gathering of my reunion.

My mountains became crushed

حتى إذا ما تَدَانَى ال

ميقَاتُ في جَمْعِ شملي

By the awe of the Manifest.

And a hidden secret appeared

صارَتْ جِباليَ دكاً

منْ هَيْبَةِ المُتَجَلّي

Known to those who were like me.

And I became the Moses of my time

ولاحَ سرٌ خَفيٌ

يَدْريهِ مَنْ كَانَ مِثْلي

When some of me became Ali.

So death in it is my life

وصِرْتُ مُوسَى زَمَاني

مذ صارَ بَعْضِيَ علّي

And in my life, my killing.

I am the indigent endowed with meaning—

فالموتُ فيهِ حياتي

وفي حَياتيَ قَتلي

Have mercy on my state and my humility.

أنا الفقيرُ المُعَنّى

رِقُوا لِحَالي وذُلّي