1. ضَوْءُ الصباحْ تجلى

    ونورو مِنْ سناكم

    The morning light has shone forth,

    And its light comes from your radiance.

  2. حاشا يضيعْ ويهملْ

    من لو الوسيلةْ بِكم

    Never shall one be lost or neglected

    Who has a means of approach through you.

  3. جرَّ الفقيهْ ذيولْ

    لنفحةِ الصباح

    The jurist trailed his robes

    For a breath of morning.

  4. ودارت الكؤوسْ

    ممزوجةً براح

    And the cups went round,

    Blended with wine.

  5. وطابت النفوسْ

    في حضرةِ الملاحْ

    And souls grew glad

    In the presence of the beautiful ones.

  6. نصيح في حيّ ليلى

    ارحموا من يهواكمْ

    I cry out in Layla's quarter:

    Have mercy on whoever loves you.

  7. حاشا يضيع ويهملْ

    من لو الوسيلة بكمْ

    Never shall one be lost or neglected

    Who has a means of approach through you.

  8. هذا هُ عينُ الإثباتْ

    والنفحة الجُلّه

    This is the very essence of affirmation,

    And the mighty breath.

  9. هذي الخميرةُ انحلتْ

    لمن معو وسيله

    This leaven has dissolved

    For whoever has a means of approach.

  10. أنوارها تجلتْ

    لأهل الفضيله

    Its lights have shone forth

    For the people of virtue.

  11. نرمي سلاحْ كله

    ونصيحْ في حماكم

    I cast down all weapons

    And cry out in your sanctuary:

  12. حاشا يضيع ويهملْ

    من لو الوسيلة بكمْ

    Never shall one be lost or neglected

    Who has a means of approach through you.

  13. ما طَيَّبوا شرابي

    إِلا أهلْ الطريقهْ

    None sweetened my drink

    But the people of the Path.

  14. رفعوا لي حجابي

    على عهودْ وثيقه

    They lifted my veil for me

    Under firm covenants.

  15. وروحي وثيابي

    فهذي لهم حقيقه

    And my spirit and my garments—

    So these are truly theirs.

  16. نحط رأسي ذلا

    عسانا ننال رضاكمْ

    I lower my head in humility;

    May we attain your favor.

  17. حاشا يضيعْ ويهملْ

    من لو الوسيلة بكم

    Never shall one be lost or neglected

    Who has a means of approach through you.

  18. أنتمْ عمادي أنتمْ

    يا رهبان الطريقه

    You are my mainstay—you,

    O monks of the Path.

  19. تراني بين يديكم

    محبتي وثيقه

    You see me before you;

    My love is steadfast.

  20. فبالحُسيب عليكم

    نُفَيْستي رقيقه

    So, by the Reckoner, I implore you:

    My little soul is tender.

  21. يا هلَ الجنابِ الأعلى

    اقتلوا من أتاكم

    O people of the most exalted presence,

    Slay whoever has come to you.

  22. حاشا يضيع ويهملْ

    من لو الوسيله بكمْ

    Never shall one be lost or neglected

    Who has a means of approach through you.