لاَ تَلُمْ صَبْوَتِي فَمَنْ حَبَّ يَصْبُو
إِنَّمَا يَرْحَمُ المُحِبَّ المُحِبُّ
Do not blame my infatuation, for whoever loves yearns.
Only a lover shows mercy to a lover.
كَيْفَ لا يُوقِدُ النَّسِيمُ غَرَامِي
وَلَهُ فِي خِيَامِ لَيْلَى مَهَبُّ
How could the breeze not kindle my passion,
when its course lies among Layla's tents?
مَا اعْتِذَارِي إِذَا خَبَتْ لِيَ نَارٌ
وَحَبِيبي أَنْوَارُهُ لَيْسَ تَخْبُو
What excuse have I if a fire of mine dies down,
while my beloved's lights do not fade?
هَذِهِ الحُلَّةُ التَّي حُلَّ فِيَها
عَقْدُ صَبْرِي وَحَلَّهَا لِيَ حِبُّ
This is the robe in which was loosened
the knot of my patience; a beloved unfastened the robe for me.
مَلأَ الكَوْنَ حُسْنُهُ فَلِهَذَا
كُلُّ قَلْبٍ إلى مَعَانِيهِ يَصْبُو
His beauty filled the universe; therefore
every heart yearns for his meanings.
عَايَنَتْ حُسْنَهُ القُلُوبُ فَأَمْسَى
وَلَهُ فِي القُلُوبِ سَلْبٌ وَنَهْبُ
Hearts beheld his beauty, and now
he plunders and pillages those hearts.
نَصَبُوا حَانَ حُبِّهِ ثُمَّ نَادُوْا
يَا نِيَامَ القُلُوبِ لِلرَّاحِ هُبُوا
They set up the tavern of his love, then called:
O you whose hearts are asleep, rise for the wine!
بِنْتُ كَرْمٍ زُفَّتْ لِكُلِّ كَرَيمٍ
مَا عَلَى نَفْسِهِ النَّفِيسَةِ صَعْبُ
The vine's daughter was led as a bride to every noble man,
for whose precious soul nothing is difficult.
رَاحَ لِلرَّاحِ وَالخَلاَعَةِ عَبْداً
وَهَوْ فِي مَذْهَبِ الحَقيقَةِ رَبُّ
He went forth, a slave to wine and wantonness,
while in the doctrine of Reality he is a lord.
Sol 6.1