لِمِثَالِ نَعْلِ المُصْطَفَى أُصْفِي الهَوَى

وَأَرَى السُلُوَّ خَطِيئَةً لَنْ تُغْفَرا

For the example of Mustafa's sandal I purify my love,

And I see deviation as a sin that will not be forgiven.

وَإِذَا أُصَافِحُهُ وأَمْسَحُ لاثِماً

أَرْكانَهُ فَمُعزِّزاً وَمُوَقِّرا

And when I shake his hand and wipe the sinner,

I honor its pillars, esteeming and revering.

سِرُّ اعْتِزَازِي في جَهارِ تَذَلُّلِي

لِجَلالِهِ أَثَراً بِقَلْبِي أَثَّرا

The secret of my pride in my open humility

For his glory has left a trace in my heart.

إِنْ شَاقَنِي ذَاكَ المِثالُ فَطَالَما

شَاقَ المُحِبَّ الطيْفُ يَطْرُقُ فِي الكَرى

If that example has defied me, for long has

The beloved's phantom defied as it wondered about.

لِي أُسْوَةٌ فِي العاشِقِينَ وَقَصْدِهِمْ

لَثْمَ الطُلولِ لأَهْلِهِنَّ تَذكُّرا

I have a model among lovers and their quest

For kissing the tresses of their loved ones in remembrance.

وَبُكائِهِمْ تِلْكَ المَعَاهِدَ ضِلَّةً

تَحْتَ الظَّلامِ عَلَى الغَرامِ تَوَفَّرا

And their crying over those covenants gone astray

Under the darkness for love gathered.

أَفَلا أُمَرِّغُ فيهِ شَيْبِي رَاشِداً

وأُريقُ دَمْعِي وَسْطَه مُسْتَبْصِرا

Shall I not rub my old age in it rightly guided

And shed my tears amidst it seeing clearly?

ثِقَةً بِإِثْرائِي مِنَ الخَيْراتِ فِي

شَغَفِي بِنَعْلَيْ خَيْر منْ وَطِئَ الثَّرى

Trusting to enrich myself with virtues in

My passion for the sandal, better than what the ground has trod.