أَنا في فَقدي وُجودي

أَنا في فَقدي وُجودي

وَمَغيبي في شُهودي

وَمَغيبي في شُهودي

In my loss I find my existence.

I am lost in finding myself

And my absence is in my presence.

And absent while present

وَاِنتِباهي في مَنامي

وَاِنتِباهي في مَنامي

وَاِعتِرافي في جُحودي

وَاِعتِرافي في جُحودي

And my awakening is in my sleep.

My attention in my slumber

And my acknowledgment is in my denial.

My admission in my denial

وَحَياتي في مَماتي

وَحَياتي في مَماتي

وَقُصوري في لُحودي

وَقُصوري في لُحودي

And my life is in my death.

My life in my death

And my palaces are in my graves.

And my inadequacy in my prime

وَقُيودي في سَراحي

وَقُيودي في سَراحي

وَسَراحي في قُيودي

وَسَراحي في قُيودي

And my fetters are in my freedom.

My freedom in my shackles

And my freedom is in my fetters.

And my shackles in my freedom

وَصُعودي في هُبوطي

وَصُعودي في هُبوطي

وَهُبوطي في صُعودي

وَهُبوطي في صُعودي

And my ascent is in my descent.

My rise in my fall

And my descent is in my ascent.

And my fall in my rise

وَنَعيمي في جَحيمي

وَنَعيمي في جَحيمي

نَضَجَت فيهِ جُلودي

نَضَجَت فيهِ جُلودي

And my bliss is in my hell,

My heaven in my hell

In which my skins were burned through.

Where my skin has ripened

وَبَخَلعي لِخَليعٍ

وَبَخَلعي لِخَليعٍ

فُزتَ بِاللُبسِ الجَديدِ

فُزتَ بِاللُبسِ الجَديدِ

And through my casting off a worn-out garment,

By shedding my rags for a debauchee

You gained the new attire.

You have won the new attire