(حديثُ الروحْ للأرواحِ يسْرِي

وتدركهُ القلوبُ بِلا عناءِ

The soul's discourse flows to souls effortlessly,

And hearts perceive it without toil.

هَتفْتُ بهِ فطارَ بِلا جناحٍ

وشقَّ انينهُ صدرَ الفضاءِ

I cried it out, and it flew without wings,

Ripping through the expanse of space.

ومعدِنهُ تُرابيٌ ولكنْ

جرتْ في لفْظِهِ لغةُ السماءِ

Its origin is my earthly being, yet

The language of the heavens flowed in its diction.

لقدْ فاضتْ دموعُ العشقِ منِّي

حديثاً كانَ عُلويَ النداءِ

Tears of passion have streamed from me

In a discourse that was sublimely vociferous.

فحلّقَ في رُبى الأفلاكِ حتى

اهاجَ العالمَ الأعلىَ بُكائي

So it soared to the pinnacle of the spheres until

It stirred the highest cosmic world with my weeping,

وجاوبتِ المجرّةُ علَّ طيفاً

سَرى بينَ الكواكبِ في خفاءِ

And the galaxy responded to a specter

That floated secretly among the stars.

وقال البدرُ هذا قلبُ شاكٍ

يواصلُ شدواهُ عندَ المساءِ

And the moon said, “This is a doubting heart

That continues its singing at nightfall.”

ولمْ يعرفْ سِوىَ رضوانَ صوتي

وما أحْرَاهُ عندي بالوفاءِ

And it knew only the bliss of my voice

And how impassioned I was in my devotion.

شكوايَ أمْ نجْوايَ في هذا الدُّجى

ونجومُ ليليِ حُسّدي أمْ عُوّدي

Were my lamentations or joy in this gloom

And were the stars of my night my enviers or my consolers?

امْسَيتُ في الماضِي أعيشُ كأنَّما

قَطَعَ الزمانُ طريقَ أمْسِي عنْ غدي

I have lived in the past as though

Time had cut off yesterday's path from tomorrow's.

والطيرُ صَادحةُ عَلَىَ افْنَانِها

تُبْكِي الرُبى بأنِينِها المتجددِ

While the birds, mourning their transient lives,

Bemoan the thickets with their recurring song.

قدْ طالَ تَسْهيِدِي وَطَالَ نشيدُها

وَمَدَامِعي كالطَّلِ في الغُصنِ النَّدِيِ

My sighing has grown long, and its melody so prolonged,

And my tears are like the dripping from the supple branch.

فإِلى مَتَىَ صَمْتي كَأنِّي زهْرةٌ

خَرْسآُ لمْ ترزقْ برَاعةَ مُنْشِدِ

How long will my silence last, as if I'm a flower

Dumb, granted no eloquence for singing?

قِيثَارتي مُلئتْ بِأنَّاتِ الجِوَىَ

لَاَ بُدَّ لِلْمَكبُوتِ مِنْ فَيَضَانِ

My lyre is filled with the sighs of ardency—

The suppressed must overflow.

صَعَدَتْ إِلَىَ شَفَتِي خَوَاطِرُ مُهْجَتِيِ

لِيُبِيْنَ عَنْهَا منْطِقِي ولِساني

Thoughts of my fervor have risen to my lips

To elucidate in speech and with my tongue

أَنَا مَاَ تَعَدَّيْتُ القَنَاعَةَ والرِضَا

لَكِنَّمَا هِيَ قِصَّةُ الأشْجَانِ

That I have not transgressed contentment and acceptance,

But this is the tale of passions,

يَشْكُوْ لَكَ اللَّهمُّ قَلْبٌ لَمْ يَعِشْ

إلَّاَ لِحَمْدِ عُلاكَ فِيِ الأكْوَانِ

Which complain to You, O God, of a heart that

Has not lived except to praise You among beings.

إذَا الأيِمَانُ ضَاعَ فَلَاَ أَماَنُ؛

وَلَاَ دُنْيَا لِمَنْ لَمْ يُحيِّ دِيْنَا

When faith is lost, there is no safety;

And no life for one who does not enliven religion.

وَمَنْ رَضِيَ الحَيَاةَ بِغِيْرِ دِيْنٍ

فَقَدْ جَعَلَ الفَنَاءَ لَهَا قَرِيْنَا

Whoever accepts life without religion

Has made annihilation its companion.

وَفِيِ التَّوْحِيِدِ للْهِمَمِ اتِّحَادٌ

وَلَنْ تَبْنَوا العُلَىَ مُتَفَرِّقِيْنَا

And in oneness there is unification of resolve;

Never will the lofty be built by the divided.

ألَمْ يُبْعَثْ لِأُمَتِكُمْ نَبِيٌ

يُوَحِّدُكُمْ عَلَىَ نَهْجِ الوِئَامِ

Was not a prophet sent to your nation

To unite you upon the path of harmony?

وَمُصْحَفِكُمْ وَقِبْلَتِكُمْ جَمِيْعَاً

مَنَارٌ لِلْأُخُوَةِ والسَّلَامِ

Both your scripture and your qiblah collectively

Are a beacon for brotherhood and peace.

وفوقَ الكلِّ رَحْمَنٌ رَحِيْمٌ

إلهٌ واحِدٌ .. رَبُّ الأنَامِ).

And above all is the Merciful, the Compassionate,

One God...Lord of all people.