هَمَّ أَنْ يَنْتِفَ ذقنِي

وَأَرَانِيَ بِفَضْلِهْ

He thought to pluck my beard

And showed me, by his grace,

لَمْ أَكُنْ أَدْخلُ إلاَّ

أَمْرَداً جَنَّةَ وَصْلِهْ

That I would enter none but

As one made young by uniting with him