سَل رَبّة الخال إِذ تَخلو بِها مددا

بسرّها الماء مِن أَعطافِها جَمدا

Ask the mistress of the moles, when you are alone with her for a while,

To give you water from her soft lips that are frozen from her secret.

أَما تَرى النار فَوقَ الثَلج قَد ظَهَرَت

في وَجنَتيها حَواليها حياً وَنَدى

Don't you see that fire has appeared above ice?

In her cheeks, around her, there is life and dew.

مِن سرّها إِن دَنَت أَنفاس عاشقها

لَهيبها لَم يذب مِن ثَغرِها بَردا

If the breaths of her lover draw near her secret,

The flames from her mouth do not diminish from the cold.

نار تمسّ قُلوب العاشِقين وَمِن

آياتِها لَم تَكُن مَسَّت لَهُم جَسَدا

A fire that touches the hearts of lovers, and from

Its signs it had not physically touched them before.

نار إِذا ما كَليم الوَجد آنسها

وَجد قال لِعَلّي قَد وَجَدت هدى

A fire - when the passionate lover sensed it,

He found guidance, and said "Perhaps I have found guidance."

كَم حَيّة في حِماها مِن غَدائرها

تَسعى فَلَم تَرم يَوماً بِالأَذى أَحَدا

How many snakes in their burrows -

They hasten but have never harmed anyone before.

وَحَربة مِن جُفون طالَما ضربَت

بِها صُدوراً غَوَت حَتّى حَوَت رشدا

An eyelash that has often struck

Chests, wandering until it lost its sanity.

وَسبحة درّها المَكنون قامَ بِهِ

يسبح الجيد مِنها الواحد الصَمدا

And a rosary whose hidden pearls stand

To glorify the One, the Eternal.

تِلكَ الكرامات مِن أَجفان منكرها

بِها الكَرى ماتَ لَمّا ساءَ مُعتقدا

Those are the miracles from the eyelids of one who denies them -

Through them traditions died when faith was corrupted.

وَعَقرب فَوقَ ذاكَ الصدغ ما لَدَغَت

شَيخاً بِها ساحَ مِن عشق وَلا وَلَدا

And a scorpion above that temple that has not stung

An old man it accompanied in passion, not having given birth.

لَيسَ التَصوّف إِلّا لبس فَروتها

وَخَلع فَروة ما في ثَوبِها عهدا

Sufism is nothing but wearing its gowns

And removing the gowns from what was once a tradition.

لَو كانَ لِلمرد سرّ ما غَدَت خَدَما

فَالسرّ فيمَن غَدَت تَستَخدم المردا

If the rebel had a secret, it would not have become a servant -

The secret is in the one it has become accustomed to serve.

هَل تُنكر العُرب قَولي أنَّها أَكَلَت

ناراً وَجُلّ رِجال التُرك قَد شَهدا

Do the Arabs deny my words, that it has eaten

Fire, and all the Turks have witnessed?

لا رَيب عِندي في هَذا وَكَم دَخَلَت

فُرن الفُؤاد وَمُذ حَلَّت بِهِ بردا

I have no doubt in this, and how it has entered

The furnace of my heart since it settled in it with coldness.