يا ذا الَّذي تَسخَرُ عَيناهُ

بي مِنكَ ما يَعلَمُهُ اللَهُ

O you who mock me with your eyes

I know of you what only God knows

إِذا بَدا يَخطِرُ في مَجلِسٍ

فَكَم مُحِبٍّ فيهِ يَهواهُ

When you appear in a gathering

How many lovers there desire you

يَستَرزِقُ الرَحمَنَ مِن فَضلِهِ

وَما دَرى مَولاهُ مَعناهُ

They seek sustenance from the Most Merciful

Though their Master knows not their meaning