هلِ الملالة إلا منقضى وطرٍ

هلِ الملالة إلا منقضى وطرٍ

من لذةٍ يُطَّبى من غيرها وطرُ

من لذةٍ يُطَّبى من غيرها وطرُ

Is boredom anything but the ending of a desire

Is satiety anything but a passing whim,

for one pleasure, while desire is enticed by another?

To be replaced by yearning for other joys?

وفيكِ أحسنُ ما تسمو النفوس له

وفيكِ أحسنُ ما تسمو النفوس له

فأين يرغب عنك السمع والبصر

فأين يرغب عنك السمع والبصر

In you is the finest of all that souls aspire to;

In you is found the best the soul aspires to.

Where, then, could hearing and sight turn away from you?

Why then should hearing or vision turn from you?

لا شيءَ إلا وفيها منه أحسنُهُ

لا شيءَ إلا وفيها منه أحسنُهُ

فأين يُصرَف عنها القلب والنظر

فأين يُصرَف عنها القلب والنظر

There is nothing whose finest is not found in her;

In all things you hold what is best in them.

Where, then, could heart and gaze be diverted from her?

Why then should heart or eye be turned away?

ما كان ضرَّ سماءً تستظل بها

ما كان ضرَّ سماءً تستظل بها

فلو امّحى نيّراها الشمس والقمر

فلو امّحى نيّراها الشمس والقمر

What harm would a sky beneath which she shelters have suffered,

No cloud has ever veiled the sky you shelter

even had its two lights—the sun and moon—been effaced?

Though sun and moon should threaten it with light.