1. ساقي الكؤوس ازدلف

    وبالسلاف حيّا

    The cupbearer drew near

    With welcome he hailed me

  2. مثل العروس انعطف

    وبالسلام حيّا

    Like a bride he bent

    With peace he hailed me

  3. لاحت شموس التحف

    من حسنه فيّا

    The suns of gifts shone forth

    From his beauty, O wondrous sight

  4. وبالنفوس ائتلف

    لمّا دنا إليّا

    And the souls were united

    When he drew near to me

  5. صبابتي في هواه

    ممّا سواه جُنّه

    My happiness in his love

    Apart from all else, delighted me

  6. رضوان وصلي لقاه

    بوّأني الجنّه

    His good pleasure found me

    And granted me Paradise

  7. نعمتي من رضاه

    في غرف المنّه

    My bliss from his approval

    In the chambers of bounty

  8. لكن قلبي كواه

    جحيم جواه كيّا

    Yet my heart was aflame

    With the fires of passion for him

  9. تحمّلت من شذاه

    لي نسمة الأسحار

    I endured from his allure

    The morning breeze for me

  10. كأنّني من حماه

    في روضة الأزهار

    As though I, from his protection

    Was in a garden of flowers

  11. كم نفحةٍ من رباه

    في حضرة الأذكار

    How much fragrance from his tending

    In the presence of remembrance

  12. لمّا انجلت من سناه

    ذات البها ريّا

    When his brilliance shone forth from his idol

    The coverings were unveiled

  13. مليحة الغيب لاحت

    تكشف الأستار

    Revealing a beautiful face

    That shames the full moon

  14. عن حسن وجه بديع

    يخجل الأقمار

    The veils were lifted from us

    In the dark of the dawn

  15. أزاحت الحجب عنّا

    في دجا الأسحار

    God, how she revealed herself

    Exaltedly upon me

  16. لله ما قد تجلّت

    في العلا عليّا

    We were veiled from the eyes

    In her unveiling of the essence

  17. غبنا عن العين منّا

    في تجلّي العين

    Witnessing the Real's truth

    Not through a sense of where

  18. شهود حقّ تعالى

    لا بكيف الأين

    Our unity of existence

    Vanished the veil of duality

  19. توحيدنا للوجود

    ماح حجاب الرين

    So O seeker of flowers

    From our roses gather ye

  20. فيا مريد الورود

    من وردنا هيّا