سِجَامٌ لَعَمْرِي أَدْمُعٌ وَسِجالُ

لَئِنْ عَزَّ مِن نَعْلِ الرَّسُولِ مِثَالُ

My tears and laments are eternal,

Though the sandal of the Prophet is peerless.

وَهَلْ يَمْلِكُ العَيْنَيْنِ فِي مِثلِها سِوَى

خَلِيٍّ عَدَاهُ عَنْ هُدَاهُ ضَلالُ

What else but misguidance can the eyes see

In anyone who parts from His guidance?

مِثالٌ إِلَى نَعْلٍ مُطَهر يَعْتَزِي

فَإِعزازُهُ لِلْحُسْنَيَيْنِ مَنالُ

It is peerless, that blessed sandal,

And kissing it is the highest honor.

أُقَبِّلُهُ شَوْقاً تَمَلَّكَنِي لِما

حَكَى وَشَهِيدِي لَوْ يَفُوهُ قِبالُ

Yearning has overcome me, so I kiss it,

Though my witness is its kiss alone.

وَالَى اشتِرَاكٌ فِي التِزامِ شِراكِهِ

وَحَسْبِي مِنْهُ عِصْمَةٌ وَمَنالُ

I share in wearing his noble sandal,

My safeguard and gift being this honor.

وَمَعقِدُهُ مِما عَقَدْتُ بِهِ الهَوَى

فَلا صَحَّ عَزْمِي إِنْ صَحَا لِيَ بَالُ

I bound my love to it and my resolve;

If that binding fails, no resolve avails me.

مُرادِيَ مِن تَمْرِيغِ شَيْبِي علَيهِ أَنْ

تَسُحَّ مِن الرّحْمَى علي سِجالُ

I rubbed my gray hair upon it so

My laments might be wiped by mercy's dew.

وَمِن وَضْعِهِ فِي حُرِّ وَجهِي وَرَفعِهِ

لِقِمَّةِ رَأْسِي أَنْ يعِز مَآلُ

Pressing it against my eyes and face,

Raising it unto my head gives glory.

فأَحْظَى بِحَظِي من جِوارِ مُحَمَّدٍ

وَهَل بَعْد تَنْوِيلِ الجِوارِ نَوَالُ

My share of bliss is in the Prophet’s nearness.

After that, is any bliss or gift left?