لَثمتُ يَد المَحبوب يَوماً فَقالَ لي

عَلى خَجَلٍ حوشيتَ يا عَلَم المَجدِ

I kissed the hand of my beloved one day, so he said to me

Bashfully, "You have been too bold, O standard of glory."

مَقامك أَعلى أَن أَراكَ مُقبّلاً

بِجِسمي غَير الجيد وَالثَغر وَالخَدِّ

"Your rank is too high for me to see you kissing

My unworthy body, my mouth, and my cheek."

فَقُلت أَرى إحياء نَفسي بِقُبلة

بِرجلك أَولى مِن هَلاك أَخ الوَجدِ

So I said, "I see the revival of my soul with a kiss

To your foot, better than the death of a passionate lover.

وَما أَنت إِلّا كَعبة الحُسن حَيثما

لَثمتُكَ نِلتُ الأَجر يا غايَة القَصدِ

You are nothing but the Kaaba of beauty wherever

I kiss you, I attain reward, O ultimate aim."

فَأعجب حَتّى قالَ سُبحان من برى

لَنا دَولَةً مَولايَ أَضحى بِها عَبدي

So he was pleased until he said, "Glory to Him who created

For us a state, my Master, in which my slave has become."