بُدورٌ بِدورِ الحان دارت كواكبي

عليها فقالت شهبها مَن كواكَ بي

The stars revolved in the cycles of melodies

Their comets asked “Who are my stars?”

صدورُ صدور الصبّ كان ورودها

به بين صلبٍ وُلِّدت والترائب

The chests of youths were blossoms

In them, between firmness and tenderness, I was born

مراتعُ غزلانٍ جآذر ربربٍ

ربت في روابي ربع سرب الربائب

Pastures of grazing gazelles and singing nightingales

Were brought up in the meadows of the flock of maidens

فعنّي سل سلمَى وسلسل صبابتي

ومنّيَ سل سلماً ومل عن محاربي

So ask Solomia about my wrists and my bracelets

And ask Soliman about my peace and my battles

نشأتُ به نشوان حالٍ فمرّ بي

مرور الصبا في زهر روض الأطايب

I grew up with it, in the joy of a passing state

The youth passed in the blossom of the garden of pleasures

خلعت هنا نعلي فناءً ولم أقل

خلعت عذاري بالعذارى الكواعب

I took off my slippers here out of evanescence

I took off my virginity among the virgin maidens

فمنّي الهوى عذري وعنّي الهوى هوى

وفيء بفيء الشمسش غيب الغياهب

Love is my excuse, and love is my passion

And the setting of the sun is veiled by the disappearance

فكن عين كوني لا نعم أنا كنتها

ومنّيَ عين الكون زينت بحاجب

So be the essence of my existence, yes I was it

And from me the essence of existence adorned with an eyebrow

وكنت به في ممكن الواجب الّذي اس

تحال محالاً كان في عين واجبي

And through it I was in the possible Necessary Being

Who was impossible in my eye and my Necessary Being

وجودي الفناء الصرف نحو بيانه

معاني البقاء المحض في سبك قالبي

My existence is the pure annihilation toward its exposition

The absolute permanence meanings in the molding of my mold

وجدت وجودي عين فقدي وثمّ قد

وردتُ شهودي عين حضرة غائبي

I found my existence the essence of my loss, and then the arrival

Of my witnessing the essence of the absent of my absent

جهلت بعلمي كلّ شيءٍ وإنّما

علمتُ بجهلي كلّ شيءٍ أراه بي

I was ignorant of everything through my knowledge, but

I knew everything through my ignorance that I see through me

أرى الكلّ أفياءً كراءٍ لواصلٍ

بمرآةِ عمياء الظنون الكواذب

I see everything as imaginary mirages of an arriver

In the mirror of the blind conjectures and the lying

وأمّا الّذي قد كان من كلِّ كائنٍ

فمن بين مطلوبي ومن عين طالبي

As for what was of everything existent

It is from my sought and from the essence of my seeker