سَأُهدي النَفسَ في نَفسِ الشَمالِ

سَأُهدي النَفسَ في نَفسِ الشَمالِ

فَقَد لَقِحَ التَشَوُّقُ عَن حِيالِ

فَقَد لَقِحَ التَشَوُّقُ عَن حِيالِ

I shall send my soul as a gift on the north wind's breath,

I will dedicate my soul in the heart of the north

For yearning has conceived after barrenness.

For yearning has been impregnated because of longing

إِلى الشَثنِ العَزائِمِ إِن أُثيرَت

إِلى الشَثنِ العَزائِمِ إِن أُثيرَت

حَفيظَتُهُ إِلى اللَدنِ الخِلالِ

حَفيظَتُهُ إِلى اللَدنِ الخِلالِ

To him of unyielding resolves, if roused

Towards the lofty determination if it is aroused

Is his indignation; to him of gentle character.

Its keeper to the gentle nature

إِلى الوَضّاحِ آثارَ المَساعي

إِلى الوَضّاحِ آثارَ المَساعي

إِلى النَفّاحِ أَخبارَ المَعالي

إِلى النَفّاحِ أَخبارَ المَعالي

To him whose endeavors leave radiant traces,

Towards the elucidator the traces of efforts

To him whose lofty deeds are fragrant in their telling,

To the confider the news of virtues

إِلى مَلِكٍ هُوَ المَعنى المُجَلّى

إِلى مَلِكٍ هُوَ المَعنى المُجَلّى

بِهِ الإِشكالُ مِن لَفظِ الكَمالِ

بِهِ الإِشكالُ مِن لَفظِ الكَمالِ

To a king who is the meaning through which is dispelled

To a king he is the embodied meaning

The ambiguity in the word 'perfection',

Through him ambiguities from the word perfection

إِلى مَن لا مَثيلَ لَهُ إِذا ما

إِلى مَن لا مَثيلَ لَهُ إِذا ما

بَدا في السَرجِ أَو فَوقَ المِثالِ

بَدا في السَرجِ أَو فَوقَ المِثالِ

To him who has no equal whenever

To one who has no equal when he appears

He appears in the saddle or upon the couch.

In the saddle or above ideals

هَدِيَّةُ مَن لَو أَنَّ الدَهرُ سَنّى

هَدِيَّةُ مَن لَو أَنَّ الدَهرُ سَنّى

مُناهُ هَدى إِلَيكَ سُرى الخَيالِ

مُناهُ هَدى إِلَيكَ سُرى الخَيالِ

A gift from one who, were Time to grant

A gift from one who if fate willed

His wishes, would send you a dream-phantom's night journey.

And set for him guidance, imagination’s journey would guide to you

فَكَم بَوَّأتَني ساحاتِ نُعمى

فَكَم بَوَّأتَني ساحاتِ نُعمى

عِذابِ الوِردِ وارِفَةِ الظِلالِ

عِذابِ الوِردِ وارِفَةِ الظِلالِ

For how often you have lodged me in courts of bounty,

So you situated me in the plazas of my bliss

With sweet waters and wide-spreading shade!

The torment of roses and the abundance of shade