1. ذل الهوى أوفق من عزه

    لمحنتي فيه وتشويشي

    Love’s abasement is better suited than its glory

    To my suffering in it and my turmoil.

  2. لو لم تصر نفسي ترابية

    ما اتصلت منه لدرويش

    Had my soul not become like dust,

    It would not, through love, have become linked to a dervish.