أباهي بوجدٍ قد تمكن في الحشا

وذلك فضل الله يؤتيه من يشا

I boast of a passion that has taken root in my innermost being

That is the grace of God, He gives it to whom He wishes

أسر بشوق روح الروح ذوقه

وكيفية منها حشاي قد احتشا

I confide the longing of the soul, its taste

And how it makes my inner self exult

الذ بشوق بعد ما كنت ميتا

وماني في وجد الغرام وانعشا

I clung with yearning after I was dead

And I am not in the rapture of love and came back to life

كسبت ببذل الروح ذوقا من الهوى

من الراي ان يغني المصالح بالرشا

I gained a taste of passion through giving my soul

It is the view that good counsel satisfies with sprinkling

حما اللَه ظبيا صار في للجاظه

وصبرني عن غيره متوحشا

God protected a gazelle that came to graze in the meadow

And granted me patience from other beasts

سقى اللَه غصناً ما يسا متعدلا

معادله في روضة الحس ما تشا

God watered a branch that did not straighten evenly

Its match in the garden of perception did not sprout

محرك اشواق تحرك قده

يوقف دوران الزمان اذا مشا

It moves the passions that move the self

It stops the rotation of time if it walks

فلولا مدار الدهر مركز خاله

لكان نظام الكاينات مشوشا

If not for the cycle of fate, its empty center

The system of existence would be chaotic

فلو كان عذب العمر من ين وصله

لما كان فرد من بني النوع عايشا

If the sweetness of life were for those who attain union

No individual human would remain alive

ولو كان في عين الخيوة عفافه

لما زاد منها الخضر الا تعطشا

If the pupil of the eye had chastity in it

The greens would not increase except in thirst

بديع زمان نور لطف جماله

تحجب في سر التعشعشع واغتشا

Wondrous is the age whose light of grace

Is veiled in the secret of gushing and flooding

محير اهل العقل معجز حسنه

لان مع ا لاظهار في الاختفا فشا

It confuses the minds, a miracle its beauty

For with manifestation in hiding it diffused

بخديه نور لو يخالط بعضه

مع الصبح قطعا لا يقارنه العشا

With his cheeks a light that if mixed

With dawn, it would surely not compare to the night

نهاني عن ميل الوصال كانه

توهم عن لوم العواذل واختشا

It prohibited me from inclining toward union as if

It suspected blame from the chaste and took cover

قنعت بتصوير الخيال ضرورة

نهيت مع الاجبار عن ذلك الرشا

I sufficed with picturing in my imagination out of necessity

I was forbidden from that sprinkling

صبرت على هم وحزن وحسرة

رأيت جميعاً في الحشا محوشا

I was patient with anxiety, sorrow and regret

I saw them all erased in the meadow

فان عشت في صبري تأمل مقصدي

وان لم اعش زبني على عاذلي وشا

So if I live in my patience, consider my aim

And if I do not live, bury me by my critic and sprinkle

خليلي غير العشق مالي صنعةً

على وجه جمهور الامور هو الغشا

My friend, apart from passion I have no craft

Over the face of all matters it is the cover

محى حين تصوير الهوى قلم القضا

على لوح قلبي كل نقش تنقشا

When picturing love, the pen of destiny erased

Every inscription it carved on the tablet of my heart

سرى العشق مجموع الفعال فوحش

فلا عيب لي لو ما ارتكبت فواحشا

Passion flowed, the sum of deeds thus it raged

So I have no fault if I committed some indecencies

يكدرني لوم العواذل في الهوى

فيا ليتني عن قولهم كنت اطرشا

Blame from the chaste irritates me in passion

Oh, if only about their words I were deaf

فلم تمح اثار الهوى عن سريرتي

وان لامني فيها العذول وناقشا

So the traces of passion did not erase from my inner conscience

Even if the chaste blamed me and argued

فكيف انا في العشق جهلاً وانه

مفيض صفا العقل والروح والحشا

How am I ignorantly in passion, and it is

The outpouring of pure reason, soul, and mind

لمنعت نبي عز رفعه قدره

بساط كمال القدر في العرش افرشا

If it prevented the Prophet of mighty worth exalted is his value

From spreading the carpet of perfect value in the Highest Heaven

نبي كريمٌ غصن قدر كماله

على العرش بالفوع الرفيع تعرشا

A noble Prophet, a branch whose worth's perfection

Is over the Highest Heaven in the highest orbit

اذا نور المعراج برق براقه

فمن سيره قد صارا دهم ابرشا

When the light of the Ascension flashed with its brilliance

For his journey had become a luminous lightning

شر البحر للاحسان ولجود والندى

اليه فضولي ما يلا متعطشا

The evils of the sea sought his benevolence, generosity and dew

To it my superfluous would not cease being thirsty