يا من نَصيِبي منه قر

بٌ مثلُ سرعةِ عِيسِهِ

O you whose nearness to me is like

The speed of Jesus in his swiftness

أَسقمْتَني فخَفيتُ عن

نظرِ البصيرِ ولَمْسه

You made me sick, so I hid from

The sight of the wise and his touch

ورجعتُ جزأً دَقَّ عن

وهم الذَّكي وحَدْسِه

And I withdrew, subtle beyond

The imagination of the bright and his intuition

ولَطُفتُ حتى أنني

عَرَضٌ يقوم بنفسه

And I became so gentle that I

Am an object that stands by itself