أرومُ مِنك ثِماراً لستُ أجنِيها

أرومُ مِنك ثِماراً لستُ أجنِيها

وأَرتجي الحالَ قد حُلَّتْ أواخِيها

وأَرتجي الحالَ قد حُلَّتْ أواخِيها

I seek from you fruits that I do not reap.

I hope for fruits that I do not harvest

And hope for a state of affairs whose ties have already come undone.

And I await a situation that has loosened its knots

أستودعُ الله خُلاًّ مِنك أُوسِعُه

أستودعُ الله خُلاًّ مِنك أُوسِعُه

وُدّاً ويُوسِعُني غِشاً وتَمويها

وُدّاً ويُوسِعُني غِشاً وتَمويها

I commend to God a friend in you, upon whom I lavish

I entrust to God a void in you that I fill

Affection, while he lavishes deceit and dissimulation upon me.

With affection, and He expands me with fabrications and pretense

كأنَّ سِرِّيَ في أحشائِه لَهَبٌ

كأنَّ سِرِّيَ في أحشائِه لَهَبٌ

فما تُطيقُ له طَيّاً حَواشِيها

فما تُطيقُ له طَيّاً حَواشِيها

As though my secret were a flame within his entrails,

It's as if my secret within His bowels is a flame

So their sides cannot bear to enfold it.

So it cannot bear any patches for its peripheries

قد كانَ صدرُك للأسرارِ جَندلَةً

قد كانَ صدرُك للأسرارِ جَندلَةً

ضَنِينةً بالذي تُخفِي نَواحِيها

ضَنِينةً بالذي تُخفِي نَواحِيها

Your breast was once a rock for secrets,

Your chest had been a trunk for secrets

Jealously guarding what its recesses concealed.

Stingy with what its edges conceal

فصارَ مِن بَثِّ ما اسُتودِعْتَ جَوهرةً

فصارَ مِن بَثِّ ما اسُتودِعْتَ جَوهرةً

رقيقةً تَسْتَشِفُّ العَينُ ما فِيها

رقيقةً تَسْتَشِفُّ العَينُ ما فِيها

Then, through divulging what you were entrusted with, it became a jewel,

So it became, from the diffusion of what you entrusted, a gem

So thin that the eye can see what lies within.

Delicate, that the eye examines what is in it