لاح بدر تم يجلي منكتم — Omar Alyafi — Saqi

A full moon appeared, revealing what was hidden.
His beauty, a mark traced in splendor.
His smiling mouth is a string of pearls.
Whoever tastes his cool spring understands.
If you have understanding, understand love.
Whoever pines for him or yearns toward him
plunges into his raging sea.
Whoever surrenders is safe there, when protected.
What a grave matter: its malady is insatiable.
Its plight is widespread; its lover is undone.
Tears flow; a heart burns.
The matter is obscure; patience is spent.
Hearing is deafened; speech is silenced.
A heart is stricken; a fire blazes.
A state is torn apart, yet joined together.
An overpowering illness remains unresolved.
It is joined together, yet not fused.
It is gathered together. My companion, smile
and hold fast to him; murmur and yearn
with longing. Stand upright; cling to his pillar
and endure through him, for it is supported,
not demolished. If you are wounded,
speak plainly of the wound: when it comes near,
it blinds and deafens. The veiled reproacher
is humbled where he has been denied
the cool spring. Indeed, he cannot even smell
its radiant lightning, nor can he smell
its lofty fragrance, for his nose is stopped,
unable to catch its scent. Whoever has composed verse
in love has gained, and through it has inscribed,
yet without reaping gain: enduring, yet vanishing,
perishing, yet imprinted; truth made known.
Falsehood is nothing; the knower understands.
The ignorant one learns. Lord, if he understands,
a servant is marked; a beginning reaches its end.
The seal is complete; with beauty it is sealed.