حُبُّlove النَّبِيِّthe Prophet الهاشِمِيِّthe Hashimite دِينيmy faith
حُبُّ النَّبِيِّ الهاشِمِيِّ دِيني
صلَّىmay bless عليهِupon him واهِبُthe Giver of اليَقينِcertainty
صلَّى عليهِ واهِبُ اليَقينِ
Love of the Hashimite Prophet is my faith.
My religion is loving the Hashimite Prophet
May the Giver of certainty bless him.
Peace be upon him, the granter of certainty
فَضَاءَthen shone فيwithin سَريرَتيmy innermost self غَرامُهُpassionate love of him
فَضَاءَ في سَريرَتي غَرامُهُ
وقامَand arose منfrom قبلِbefore عَجينِthe kneaded dough of طينِيmy clay
وقامَ من قبلِ عَجينِ طينِي
Then passionate love of him shone within my innermost heart,
His love has spread light in my innermost being
And arose before my clay was kneaded.
And stood up before the clay of my essence was formed
فنظْرَةٌso a glance منfrom رَمْشِthe lashes of طَرفِthe edge of عينِهِhis eye
فنظْرَةٌ من رَمْشِ طَرفِ عينِهِ
لاno شكَّdoubt تَكْفينيsuffices me لدىat the time of تَكْفِينِيmy being shrouded
لا شكَّ تَكْفيني لدى تَكْفِينِي
So one glance from the lashes at the edge of his eye
A glance from the eyelash of his eye
Will surely suffice me when I am shrouded.
Is enough for me when I am shrouded
ونفحَةٌand a breath منfrom سِرِّthe mystery of طَوْرِthe state of قلبِهِhis heart
ونفحَةٌ من سِرِّ طَوْرِ قلبِهِ
منafter بعْدِthe passing of موتِthe death of نَشْأَتيmy created being تُحْيينِيrevives me
من بعْدِ موتِ نَشْأَتي تُحْيينِي
And a breath from the mystery of his heart's state
And a whiff from the secret of his pure heart
Will revive me after the death of my being.
After my death, gives me life again
وحالُand the state of فَقريmy poverty يتَرَقَّىrises للغِنىtoward wealth
وحالُ فَقري يتَرَقَّى للغِنى
بفَلْذَةٍthrough a fragment منof دُرِّهِhis pearls الثَّمينِprecious
بفَلْذَةٍ من دُرِّهِ الثَّمينِ
And my state of poverty rises toward wealth
And my poor state rises to riches
Through a fragment of his precious pearls.
With a morsel of his precious pearls
وهِمَّةٌand spiritual resolve يَسيرَةٌslight منfrom حالِهِhis state
وهِمَّةٌ يَسيرَةٌ من حالِهِ
تُصلِحُsets right دُنْيائيmy worldly life وأَمرَand the affairs of دينِيmy faith
تُصلِحُ دُنْيائي وأَمرَ دينِي
And a little spiritual resolve from his state
And a small ambition from his state
Sets right my worldly life and the affairs of my faith.
Will rectify my worldly life and my religion
كمhow often أسعَفَaided الضَّعيفَthe weak مَسُّa touch of ذَيْلِهِhis hem
كم أسعَفَ الضَّعيفَ مَسُّ ذَيْلِهِ
بنعمَةِwith the blessing of العِرْفانِspiritual knowledge والتَّمْكينِand steadfastness
بنعمَةِ العِرْفانِ والتَّمْكينِ
How often a touch of his hem has aided the weak
How the touching of the hem of his garment
With the blessing of spiritual knowledge and steadfastness.
Has aided the weak with grace and empowerment
مُضَرَّجٌbloodstained تحتَbeneath العَجاجِswirling dust ضَيْغَمٌa lion
مُضَرَّجٌ تحتَ العَجاجِ ضَيْغَمٌ
يومَon the day of الوَغىbattle فيin طَوْرِهِhis aspect الياسينِيof Ya-Sin
يومَ الوَغى في طَوْرِهِ الياسينِي
A bloodstained lion beneath the swirling dust,
Bloodstained under armor on the day of battle
On the day of battle, in his Ya-Sin aspect.
In his stronghold Al-Yasini
فيin عالَمِthe world of البُروزِmanifestation نورُthe light of حالِهِhis state
في عالَمِ البُروزِ نورُ حالِهِ
عيَّنَdefined معنَىthe meaning of عالَمَthe world of التَّعْيينِindividuation
عيَّنَ معنَى عالَمَ التَّعْيينِ
In the world of manifestation, the light of his state
In the world of manifestation, the light of his state
Defined the meaning of the world of individuation.
Explained the meaning of the world of creation
بابٌa gate إلهيٌّdivine تَساوَىbecame equal ضمنَهُwithin it
بابٌ إلهيٌّ تَساوَى ضمنَهُ
بينَbetween المَليكِthe king الشَّهْمِnoble والمِسكينِand the destitute
بينَ المَليكِ الشَّهْمِ والمِسكينِ
A divine gate, within which equality holds
A divine door in which was equalized
Between the noble king and the destitute.
The king of glory and the pauper
أَمينُtrustee of علمِthe knowledge of اللهِGod سِرُّthe secret of أَمرِهِHis command
أَمينُ علمِ اللهِ سِرُّ أَمرِهِ
أَنعِمْhow excellent بذاكَis that السَّيِّدِmaster الأَمينِtrustworthy
أَنعِمْ بذاكَ السَّيِّدِ الأَمينِ
Trustee of God's knowledge, the secret of His command—
The trustee of God's knowledge, the secret of His affair
How excellent is that trustworthy master!
Bestow upon that trusted master
جرَىflowed لأجلِfor the sake of اللهِGod بحرُthe sea of دمعِهِhis tears
جرَى لأجلِ اللهِ بحرُ دمعِهِ
يَموجُsurges بالأَنينِwith moaning والحَنينِand longing
يَموجُ بالأَنينِ والحَنينِ
For God's sake, the sea of his tears flowed,
For God's sake, the sea of his tears flowed
Surging with moans and longing.
Surging with moans and yearnings
لنwill never يَشهَدَwitness الفِصامَrupture فيin شُؤونِهِhis affairs
لن يَشهَدَ الفِصامَ في شُؤونِهِ
معتَصِمٌone holding fast بحبلِهِto his cord المَتينِstrong
معتَصِمٌ بحبلِهِ المَتينِ
Never will he witness rupture in his affairs—
No dissension will be witnessed in his affairs
He who holds fast to his strong cord.
Clinging to his strong rope
جِبريلُGabriel عنfrom إِلهِهِhis God وافَىcame لهto him
جِبريلُ عن إِلهِهِ وافَى له
يَزْجِلُchants فيin كِتابِهِHis Book المُبينِclear
يَزْجِلُ في كِتابِهِ المُبينِ
Gabriel came to him from his God,
Gabriel, loyal to his God, came to him
Chanting from His clear Book.
Chanting in His clear book
كانَhe was نبِيًّاa prophet تحتَbeneath رَفْرَفِthe canopy of العَمىobscurity
كانَ نبِيًّا تحتَ رَفْرَفِ العَمى
وآدمٌand Adam ماnot كانَwas لَوْحَa slab of طِينِclay
وآدمٌ ما كانَ لَوْحَ طِينِ
He was a prophet beneath the canopy of obscurity,
He was a prophet while blindness still raged
When Adam was not yet a slab of clay.
And Adam was but clay
والأَبْتَرُand the cut-off one الشَّانيthe hater يَرومُseeks نقصَهُhis diminishment
والأَبْتَرُ الشَّاني يَرومُ نقصَهُ
والنَّقصُand deficiency قِدْماًfrom of old حِليَةُthe ornament of المُشينِthe disgraceful one
والنَّقصُ قِدْماً حِليَةُ المُشينِ
And the cut-off hater seeks to diminish him,
The wretched slanderer seeks to diminish him
Yet deficiency has long been the disgraceful one's ornament.
Diminishment has long been the garb of the disgraceful
بلوعَتيin my burning anguish فيهfor him انطِفاءُthe quenching of لوعَتيmy burning anguish
بلوعَتي فيه انطِفاءُ لوعَتي
نعمْyes يَقينيmy certainty حُبُّهُlove of him يَقينِيprotects me
نعمْ يَقيني حُبُّهُ يَقينِي
In my burning anguish for him lies the quenching of my burning anguish.
In him, my agony is extinguished, indeed my certainty in his love is my certainty
Yes, my certainty is that love of him protects me.
I loved him believing that tomorrow I will meet him when I meet Him
عَشِقْتُهُI loved him passionately مُعتَقِداًbelieving بأنَّهthat he
عَشِقْتُهُ مُعتَقِداً بأنَّه
غداًtomorrow يُلاقينيwill meet me لَدىat the time of تَلْقينِيmy being prompted
غداً يُلاقيني لَدى تَلْقينِي
I loved him passionately, believing that he
To you I fled sincerely and I am
Will meet me tomorrow when I am prompted.
Seeking refuge in the solid mountain
لهto him التجأْتُI sought refuge مُخلِصاًsincerely وإِنَّنيand indeed I
له التجأْتُ مُخلِصاً وإِنَّني
مُلتَجِئٌseeking refuge للجَبَلِin the mountain المَكينِsteadfast
مُلتَجِئٌ للجَبَلِ المَكينِ
To him I turned sincerely for refuge, and indeed I
My art in existence is loving him
Am taking refuge in the steadfast mountain.
If people are busy with other arts
وإِنَّand indeed فنِّيmy art فيin الوُجودِexistence حُبُّهُlove of him
وإِنَّ فنِّي في الوُجودِ حُبُّهُ
إِنْif شُغِلَare occupied الأَقوامُthe peoples بالفُنونِwith the arts
إِنْ شُغِلَ الأَقوامُ بالفُنونِ
And my art in existence is love of him,
O master whose lights have illuminated
Even if people are absorbed in the arts.
Radiantly in the protected land
ياO سيِّداًmaster قدindeed لأْلأَتْsparkled أنوارُهُhis lights
يا سيِّداً قد لأْلأَتْ أنوارُهُ
مشرِقَةًshining فيin البَلَدِthe city الأَمينِsecure
مشرِقَةً في البَلَدِ الأَمينِ
O master whose lights have sparkled,
I stretched out my left hand in humility for you
Shining in the secure city.
For ease, O my Master, with the right
مدَدْتُI stretched out بالذُّلِّin humility يَساريmy left hand لكمto you
مدَدْتُ بالذُّلِّ يَساري لكم
لليُسْرِfor ease ياO مولايَmy master باليَمينِthrough the right hand
لليُسْرِ يا مولايَ باليَمينِ
In humility I stretched out my left hand to you,
You know the hidden meanings of subtle points
For ease, O my master, through the right hand.
And just as you know them, so you know me
ذيthis نُكْتَةٌa subtle hint تدريyou know خَفاياthe hidden depths of سِرِّهاits secret
ذي نُكْتَةٌ تدري خَفايا سِرِّها
ومِثلماand just as تَدريyou know بهاabout it تَدْرينِيyou know me
ومِثلما تَدري بها تَدْرينِي
This is a subtle hint; you know its secret's hidden depths,
By your rope extended from the Exalted Throne
And just as you know it, you know me.
By your secret narrated from Gabriel
بحبلِكَby your cord الممدودِoutstretched منfrom عرشِthe throne of العُلىthe heights
بحبلِكَ الممدودِ من عرشِ العُلى
بسِرِّكَby your secret المَرْوِيِّtransmitted عنfrom جِبْرينِGabriel
بسِرِّكَ المَرْوِيِّ عن جِبْرينِ
By your cord stretched from the throne on high,
By every breast whose secret is Yours
By your secret transmitted from Gabriel,
And by Your symbol encoded in the “Seen”
بكلِّby every صدرٍleader أَنْتَyou غَيباًunseen صدرُهُhis leader
بكلِّ صدرٍ أَنْتَ غَيباً صدرُهُ
ورَمزِكَand your symbol المرموزِencoded ضمنَwithin السِّينِthe letter Sin
ورَمزِكَ المرموزِ ضمنَ السِّينِ
By every leader whose unseen leader you are,
By Your House filled in the thickness of the unseen
And your symbol encoded within the letter Sin,
And by Your overflowing sea in the basin
ببيْتِكَby your house المعمورِinhabited فيin سَمْكِthe height of الخَفاthe unseen
ببيْتِكَ المعمورِ في سَمْكِ الخَفا
وبَحرِكَand your sea المَسْجورِset ablaze فيin طَاسِينِTa-Sin
وبَحرِكَ المَسْجورِ في طَاسِينِ
By your inhabited house in the heights of the unseen,
By Your eye whose light extends
And your sea set ablaze in Ta-Sin,
To the scene of manifestation and creation
بعينِكَby your eye التيwhich تَناهىreached its utmost نورُهاits light
بعينِكَ التي تَناهى نورُها
بمشهَدِin the scene of البُروزِmanifestation والتَّكوينِand creation
بمشهَدِ البُروزِ والتَّكوينِ
By your eye, whose light reached its utmost,
By Your heart surging with every wave
In the scene of manifestation and creation,
By the sun of Your serene face
بقَلبِكَby your heart الطَّاميbrimming بكلِّwith every مَوجَةٍwave
بقَلبِكَ الطَّامي بكلِّ مَوجَةٍ
بشمسِby the sun of مَجْلىthe manifestation of وَجهِكَyour face المأمونِtrusted
بشمسِ مَجْلى وَجهِكَ المأمونِ
By your heart, brimming with every wave,
Stretch out a great right hand from You to me
By the sun of your trusted face's radiance,
Perhaps it will cure me of my sickness
أمْدُدْstretch out يَميناًa right hand منكَfrom you ليto me عَظيمَةًmighty
أمْدُدْ يَميناً منكَ لي عَظيمَةً
لعلَّهاperhaps it منof سَقَميmy sickness تَشْفينِيwill heal me
لعلَّها من سَقَمي تَشْفينِي
Stretch out to me a mighty right hand of yours,
And look upon my burdens with a look of pleasure
Perhaps it will heal me of my sickness.
O You whose breeze revives me
وانْظُرْand look لأعبائيupon my burdens بنَظرَةِwith a glance of الرِّضاfavor
وانْظُرْ لأعبائي بنَظرَةِ الرِّضا
ياO منone whose نَسيمُthe breeze of أَرْضِهِhis land يُشْجينِيsaddens me
يا من نَسيمُ أَرْضِهِ يُشْجينِي
And look upon my burdens with a glance of favor,
My loved one, You have never been absent from my sight
O you whose land's breeze stirs my sorrow.
And the right of passion has flourished for me
أَلِيَّةًan oath ماnot غِبْتَyou vanished عنfrom نَواظِريmy eyes
أَلِيَّةً ما غِبْتَ عن نَواظِري
وبَرَّand proved true فيin دِينِthe faith of الهَوىlove يَمينِيmy oath
وبَرَّ في دِينِ الهَوى يَمينِي
I swear: you have never vanished from my sight,
Longing for You kindled its flame in me
And my oath has proved true in the faith of love.
From a spark of Your hidden love
شَبَّblazed بيَwithin me الشَّوقُlonging فأوْرىand so kindled زَندَهُits fire-stick
شَبَّ بيَ الشَّوقُ فأوْرى زَندَهُ
منfrom قادِحٍa spark-striker بحُبِّكَthrough love of you الكَمينِhidden
من قادِحٍ بحُبِّكَ الكَمينِ
Longing blazed within me and kindled its fire-stick,
I say: O You breeze of his quarters
With a spark struck by hidden love of you.
I am lovesick, make me ill
أَقولُI say ياO نسمَةَbreeze of ذَيَّاكَthat yonder الحِمىsanctuary
أَقولُ يا نسمَةَ ذَيَّاكَ الحِمى
عَليلَةًgentle بالحِبِّwith the beloved عَلِّلينِيsoothe me
عَليلَةً بالحِبِّ عَلِّلينِي
I say: O breeze of that yonder sanctuary,
O You bent branches as you bend
Gentle one, soothe me with the beloved.
Toward the curves of the twigs, take me
وياand O نِياقَshe-camels of المُنْحنىthe bend إِذْas تنحَنيyou turn
ويا نِياقَ المُنْحنى إِذْ تنحَني
نحوَtoward ثَنِيَّاتِthe passes of اللِّواal-Liwa خُذينِيtake me
نحوَ ثَنِيَّاتِ اللِّوا خُذينِي
And O she-camels of the bend, as you turn
O You morning breezes at dawn
Toward the passes of al-Liwa, take me along.
From the stupor of sleeplessness, awaken me
وياand O هَفاهِفَgentle wafts of النَّسيمِthe breeze سَحَراًbefore dawn
ويا هَفاهِفَ النَّسيمِ سَحَراً
منfrom سِنَةِthe drowse of الذُّهولِbewilderment أَيقِظينِيawaken me
من سِنَةِ الذُّهولِ أَيقِظينِي
And O gentle wafts of breeze before dawn,
And You, my soul, journey towards them
Awaken me from the drowse of bewilderment.
And bid me farewell or leave me
وأنتِand you ياO رَوحيmy soul فَسيريso journey نحوَهُمْtoward them
وأنتِ يا رَوحي فَسيري نحوَهُمْ
ووَدِّعينيand bid me farewell الحالَnow أَوor دَعينِيleave me
ووَدِّعيني الحالَ أَو دَعينِي
And you, O my soul, journey toward them,
And You, turns of events, distract me with others
And bid me farewell now, or leave me.
Keep me distant and distance me
وياand O شُؤونَthe concerns of الحادِثاتِevents غيرَهُمْother than them
ويا شُؤونَ الحادِثاتِ غيرَهُمْ
مُرِّيpass علىat بُعْدٍa distance وأَبْعِدينِيand keep me away
مُرِّي على بُعْدٍ وأَبْعِدينِي
And O concerns of events apart from them,
Do not preoccupy me but with their news
Pass at a distance, and keep me far away.
And with nothing else, pollute my certainty
لاdo not تُشْغِلينيoccupy me بسِوىwith anything but أخْبارِهِمْtheir tidings
لا تُشْغِليني بسِوى أخْبارِهِمْ
وبالسِّوىand with anything else لاdo not تُدْنِسيsully يَقينِيmy certainty
وبالسِّوى لا تُدْنِسي يَقينِي
Do not occupy me with anything but their tidings,
And You, my restless talents, with their love
And do not sully my certainty with anything else.
Turn me over in the flames of passion
وياand O فُنونَthe forms of قَلَقيmy unrest بوَجدِهِمْin yearning for them
ويا فُنونَ قَلَقي بوَجدِهِمْ
علىupon لَظىthe blaze of الغَرامِpassionate love قَلِّبينِيturn me over
على لَظى الغَرامِ قَلِّبينِي
And O forms of my unrest in yearning for them,
And whenever I am still from my fervor
Turn me over upon the blaze of passionate love.
By God, kindle the fire and disturb me
وكلَّماand whenever سكَنْتُI grew still منfrom تلَهُّفيmy yearning
وكلَّما سكَنْتُ من تلَهُّفي
باللهِby God شُبِّيkindle النَّارَthe fire واقْلِقينِيand make me restless
باللهِ شُبِّي النَّارَ واقْلِقينِي
And whenever I find rest from my yearning,
And You, my tears' donkeys, from my eyelids
By God, kindle the fire and make me restless.
On the cheeks of agony, wound me
وياand O حُمَيْراlittle red one دمعَتيmy tear منfrom مُقلَتيmy eye
ويا حُمَيْرا دمعَتي من مُقلَتي
علىupon خُدودِthe cheeks of اللَّهْفِyearning قَرِّحينِيwound me
على خُدودِ اللَّهْفِ قَرِّحينِي
And O my little red tear from my eye,
And You, clouds of dew in the darkness
Wound me upon the cheeks of yearning.
When the caravan sets out, confuse me
وياand O نُغَيْماتِlittle melodies of بِلالٍBilal فيin الدُّجىthe night's darkness
ويا نُغَيْماتِ بِلالٍ في الدُّجى
عندَat مَسيرِthe journey of الرَّكبِthe caravan بلْبِلينِيbewilder me
عندَ مَسيرِ الرَّكبِ بلْبِلينِي
And O little melodies of Bilal in the night's darkness,
My weakness is evident and my tribulation obvious
As the caravan travels, bewilder me.
While You, spirit of the world, are my helper
خُفِّفْتُI have been lightened واناريalas, my fire! بشوقٍby a longing قاتِلٍdeadly
خُفِّفْتُ واناري بشوقٍ قاتِلٍ
وكنتُand I was مِثلَlike الشَّامِخِthe towering one الرَّصينِsteadfast
وكنتُ مِثلَ الشَّامِخِ الرَّصينِ
I have been made light—alas, my fire!—by deadly longing,
Though I was like a towering, steadfast mountain.
ضُعْفيmy weakness صَريحٌplain وعَنائيand my suffering ظاهِرٌmanifest
ضُعْفي صَريحٌ وعَنائي ظاهِرٌ
وأنتَand you ياO رُوحُsoul of الوَرَىcreation مُعينِيmy helper
وأنتَ يا رُوحُ الوَرَى مُعينِي
My weakness is plain, and my suffering manifest,
And you, O soul of creation, are my helper.
Partial English translation: 84 of 88 Arabic lines translated.