سَرىwafted مِنfrom نَسيمِthe breeze of الأُنسِintimacy ماthat which عَطَّرperfumed الكَوناthe universe
سَرى مِن نَسيمِ الأُنسِ ما عَطَّر الكَونا
فَبُحتُso I spoke openly بِسرٍّof a secret طالَlasted long كَتميmy concealment لَهُof it صَوناfor safekeeping
فَبُحتُ بِسرٍّ طالَ كَتمي لَهُ صَونا
From the breeze of intimacy wafted what perfumed the universe.
A breeze of intimacy blew, perfuming the universe,
So I revealed a secret I had long concealed to keep it safe.
So I confided a secret I had concealed for so long.
وَماand not نَظَرتlooked عَينيmy eye إِلىat غيرother than واحدٍone
وَما نَظَرت عَيني إِلى غير واحدٍ
تَصرَّفacted فيin كُلٍّall فَلونٌso a hue يرىsees لَوناa hue
تَصرَّف في كُلٍّ فَلونٌ يرى لَونا
And my eye looked upon none but One,
My eyes have seen none but the One,
Who acted in all, so one hue sees another.
Each seeing a color and thinking it the only hue.
وَماand not أَدرَكَapprehended الأَشياءَthings غَيرexcept منطّقٍone endowed with speech
وَما أَدرَكَ الأَشياءَ غَير منطّقٍ
أخيpossessed of لُطُفٍgentleness يَمشيwalks عَلىupon أَرضِهِhis earth هَوناsoftly
أخي لُطُفٍ يَمشي عَلى أَرضِهِ هَونا
And none apprehended things but one endowed with speech,
None can grasp the reality save a gentle wisdom
Possessed of gentleness, who walks softly upon his earth.
That treads softly on its ground.
فَكَمso how much بَينَbetween ذيone possessed of علمٍknowledge وَآخرَand another جاهِلٍignorant
فَكَم بَينَ ذي علمٍ وَآخرَ جاهِلٍ
وَكَمand how much بَينَbetween ذيone possessed of نورٍlight وَعادِمِهِand one lacking it بَوناa gulf
وَكَم بَينَ ذي نورٍ وَعادِمِهِ بَونا
So how far apart are one with knowledge and another who is ignorant,
What a gulf between one of knowledge and one ignorant!
And how wide a gulf between one with light and one who lacks it!
What a gulf between one of light and one in darkness!
هِيَit is النَفسُthe soul يَجلُوهاhe polishes it فَتَبدوand so appear حَقائِقٌtruths
هِيَ النَفسُ يَجلُوها فَتَبدو حَقائِقٌ
بِهاwithin it وَصَداهاand its rust الجونblack يُظهرهُmakes it appear جَوناblack
بِها وَصَداها الجون يُظهرهُ جَونا
It is the soul: he polishes it, and truths appear
It is the soul: polish it and truths will shine forth,
Within it; and its black rust makes it appear black.
With it forgetfulness shows its true colors.