كم لِي نَجْرِي

كم لِي نَجْرِي

وكانَ جَرْيي لِعِنْدِي

وكانَ جَرْيي لِعِنْدِي

How long I have been running!

How long my running is,

And my running was toward myself—

And my running was to my beloved,

أمْرٌ ثابتْ

أمْرٌ ثابتْ

وَسِرُّ سِرِّي وَجْدِي

وَسِرُّ سِرِّي وَجْدِي

A settled fact;

A resolved matter,

And the secret of my secret is my ecstasy.

And the secret of my secret and my love.

فَمَن جَا يَرُومْ

فَمَن جَا يَرُومْ

تَبِنْ لُو رُسومْ

تَبِنْ لُو رُسومْ

So whoever comes seeking,

So whoever comes wanting

Traces become clear to him,

To understand its ways,

ويَتْحَصَّلْ على رَشْحٍ قليلْ مِنْ مرادي

ويَتْحَصَّلْ على رَشْحٍ قليلْ مِنْ مرادي

وبِهْ تُكْتَب تراجيمُ العبادْ

وبِهْ تُكْتَب تراجيمُ العبادْ

And he obtains a scant trickle of what I seek.

And get a little bit of my purpose,

And through it the servants’ lives are recorded.

By it the fates of people are written.

كُلّ واقفْ

كُلّ واقفْ

لسْ واللهِ يبرُزْ بِحِيلَهْ

لسْ واللهِ يبرُزْ بِحِيلَهْ

Everyone who halts

Everyone is standing still,

Will not, by God, emerge through a stratagem,

By God, he does not come out with his tricks,

لاِحْتِبَاسُوا

لاِحْتِبَاسُوا

جَهْلاً بأوَّلْ فتِيلَهْ

جَهْلاً بأوَّلْ فتِيلَهْ

Because he is held fast,

Do not be fooled,

Ignorantly, at the first wick.

Ignorant of its first wick,

وَلَوْ يَبْقَى سارِي

وَلَوْ يَبْقَى سارِي

ويَقْطَعْ براري

ويَقْطَعْ براري

And even if he keeps traveling by night

And if it remains ablaze,

And crosses wildernesses,

And cuts off passages,

يَقُلْ ما وَرَادَ وَارِي

يَقُلْ ما وَرَادَ وَارِي

دَوَارْ في اعتقادي

دَوَارْ في اعتقادي

He says, “What lies beyond my dwelling

It says what is behind the shelter,

Is dizziness, I believe.”

Revolving in my belief,

وذاكَ المُقام مقام كلِّ بادِي

وذاكَ المُقام مقام كلِّ بادِي

كُلِّ عارفْ يَعْرِفْ

كُلِّ عارفْ يَعْرِفْ

And that station is the station of every beginner.

And that state is the state of every manifest one.

Every knower knows

Every knower knows,

بأنْ لَسْ هُ وَاصِلْ

بأنْ لَسْ هُ وَاصِلْ

ولا يَقنعْ بأشْ ما وَجَدْ

ولا يَقنعْ بأشْ ما وَجَدْ

That he has not arrived,

That he is no reaches,

And is not content with whatever he finds

And is not content with whatever he found,

عِنْدُو حاصلْ

عِنْدُو حاصلْ

وَيخْطُرْ لُو يُحْكي

وَيخْطُرْ لُو يُحْكي

Already in his possession.

By him realized,

And it occurs to him to imitate

And crosses his mind to narrate,

بِوَهْمُوا المَكِّي

بِوَهْمُوا المَكِّي

كمجنون لَيْلَى عَلَى كُلِّ وادِي

كمجنون لَيْلَى عَلَى كُلِّ وادِي

Al-Makki in his imagination,

With his imaginary desire,

Like Layla’s Majnun in every valley,

Like Layla's madman in every valley,

ينوحُ وَيبْكي ألَمَ الْبِعَادِ

ينوحُ وَيبْكي ألَمَ الْبِعَادِ

لو تَرَانِي نَتِهْ

لو تَرَانِي نَتِهْ

Wailing and weeping at the pain of separation.

Crying and weeping the pain of distance,

If you could see me glorying

If you could see me complete,

عَلَيَّا ونزهو

عَلَيَّا ونزهو

حِينْ أَخَذْنِي بالامْتِنَانْ

حِينْ أَخَذْنِي بالامْتِنَانْ

In myself and exulting,

When he took me gently,

When he took me in gracious favor,

Dying from him,

مُتُّ مِنْوُا

مُتُّ مِنْوُا

وَلاَ طَفَنِي عِنيَّ

وَلاَ طَفَنِي عِنيَّ

I died of him;

And he did not neglect me,

And he caressed me out of myself,

While I sing him,

وَانَا بِهْ نُغَنِّي

وَانَا بِهْ نُغَنِّي

أُشَاهِدْ مِنْهُ في سِرِّي التَّجَلِّي مُرَادِي

أُشَاهِدْ مِنْهُ في سِرِّي التَّجَلِّي مُرَادِي

And I sing of him.

I witness his manifestation in my secret, my purpose,

In my innermost self I behold his manifestation—what I seek—

And I delight in my nearness to him in the heart.

وأتْنَعَّمْ بِقَرْبِي مِنهُ في الْفُؤَادِ

وأتْنَعَّمْ بِقَرْبِي مِنهُ في الْفُؤَادِ

And delight in my nearness to him within the heart.