فيin تجلّيmanifestation الشانmajesty لمnot أزلI cease نشوانintoxicated
في تجلّي الشان لم أزل نشوان
وهوand he أنشانيcreated me ليسis not ليmine منany شانstanding
وهو أنشاني ليس لي من شان
In the manifestation of majesty, I have ever been intoxicated.
In manifesting glory, I have always been joyful
He brought me into being; I have no standing of my own.
And He made me joyful, I have no glory of my own
حيثماwherever النُّدمانthe drinking companions ماnot بهمamong them نَدمانremorseful
حيثما النُّدمان ما بهم نَدمان
فيهin it نادمنيdrank with me ساقيcupbearer الأدنانthe wine jars
فيه نادمني ساقي الأدنان
Wherever the drinking companions are, none among them is remorseful.
Wherever there is bliss, there is no remorse
Therein, the cupbearer of the wine jars drank with me.
Therein He reproached me, the pourer of sweet wine
والمناfeasted with us بالهناin bliss قدalready دناdrew near عندناwith us
والمنا بالهنا قد دنا عندنا
وهوand he بالمننwith favors لمnot يزلhe ceases منّانlavish giver
وهو بالمنن لم يزل منّان
He feasted with us in bliss; he drew close to us.
And gifts are brought near us now
And with his favors, he has ever been bountiful.
He has always been generous with gifts
ماnot بناwith us منany عناhardship أنّناthat we فيin هناbliss
ما بنا من عنا أنّنا في هنا
منfrom جمالbeauty كن'Be!' ليسis not فيwithin الإمكانpossibility
من جمال كن ليس في الإمكان
No hardship afflicts us, for we are in bliss.
We have no troubles here
From the beauty of 'Be!' that lies beyond possibility.
With the beauty of being, nothing is impossible
فيin صدىecho الألحانthe melodies سكرintoxication كأسcup الحانthe tavern
في صدى الألحان سكر كأس الحان
مذsince شجاmoved to sorrow شجنيmy sorrow بحتI spoke openly بالأشجانof the sorrows
مذ شجا شجني بحت بالأشجان
In the echo of melodies lies the intoxication of the tavern's cup.
In the echo of melodies, the intoxication of the cup of melodies
Since it stirred my sorrow, I have spoken openly of my sorrows.
Since He inspired my passion, I have cried with ecstasies
والشجيand the sorrowful one الولهانlove-distraught بالشجاwith grief سكرانdrunk
والشجي الولهان بالشجا سكران
بالغناءthrough song غنيfree of need عنof وصالunion غوانfair women
بالغناء غني عن وصال غوان
And the sorrowful, love-distraught one is drunk with grief.
And the passionate and intoxicated with passion cry out
Through song, he has no need of union with fair women.
I am rich with singing, without the union of beauties
فيin الغناءsong الغِنَىwealth والغناءand song القِنَىpossessions
في الغناء الغِنَى والغناء القِنَى
والوجودand existence فنيvanished إذas بقيremained الوجدانinner awareness
والوجود فني إذ بقي الوجدان
In song lies wealth, and song is treasure.
In singing there is abundance, and singing is the treasure
And existence vanished as inner awareness remained.
And existence is artful, for emotions remain
إنّناindeed we فيin الإناthe vessel والإناand the vessel كونناour being
إنّنا في الإنا والإنا كوننا
ذاكthat لمnot يكنwas فيin شهودwitnessing عيانdirect sight
ذاك لم يكن في شهود عيان
Indeed, we are in the vessel, and the vessel is our being.
We are in delight, and delight we became
That was not present in direct witnessing.
That was not witnessed before
روضةgarden الأذكارthe devotional remembrances تنفحwafts fragrance الأورادthe litanies
روضة الأذكار تنفح الأوراد
بالشذاwith fragrance المعلنmanifest نفحةa breath الريحانsweet basil
بالشذا المعلن نفحة الريحان
The garden of remembrance breathes out its litanies.
The garden of remembrance diffuses the roses
With a manifest fragrance—a breath of sweet basil.
With the gentle, fragrant breeze
نغمةmelody الأوتارthe strings تبدوemerges فيin الإنشادchanting
نغمة الأوتار تبدو في الإنشاد
بالصدىwith the echo الحسنbeautiful فيin جمالbeauty حسانfair ones
بالصدى الحسن في جمال حسان
The melody of the strings emerges in chanting.
The melody of the strings appears in chanting
With a lovely echo, in the beauty of fair ones.
With a beautiful echo in the beauty of Hassan*
بالثناwith praise والسناand radiance أنسناour solace كأسناour cup
بالثنا والسنا أنسنا كأسنا
بالمقامthrough the musical mode السنيexalted مبدعcreator of الألحانthe melodies
بالمقام السني مبدع الألحان
With praise and radiance, our cup is our solace.
With intimacy and cheerfulness, we delighted in our cup
Through the exalted mode that creates melodies.
In the brilliant composition, the creator of melodies
لحنناour melody منحناour gift ربحناour gain شطحناour ecstatic utterance
لحننا منحنا ربحنا شطحنا
فيهin it عيشlife هنيpleasant والصفاand serenity قدalready حانis at hand
فيه عيش هني والصفا قد حان
Our melody is our gift; our gain is our ecstatic utterance.
Our tune gave us, we gained, we reveled
Therein is a pleasant life, and serenity is now at hand.
In it there is pleasant life, and clarity has come
موردwellspring التوحيدdivine oneness شربناour draught المعلومknown
مورد التوحيد شربنا المعلوم
يبديreveals فيin العلنِthe open سرناour secret المكتومconcealed
يبدي في العلنِ سرنا المكتوم
The wellspring of oneness, our familiar draught,
We drank the known at the source of oneness
Reveals openly our concealed secret.
Revealing our hidden secret in the open
بلبلnightingale التغريدtrilling song يحدوchants بالمنظومin verse
بلبل التغريد يحدو بالمنظوم
وهوand he ذوpossessing لسنِeloquence مفصحclear-speaking ملسانfluent-tongued
وهو ذو لسنِ مفصح ملسان
The nightingale of song chants in verse.
The nightingale of melody sings rhythmically
And he is eloquent, clear-speaking and fluent-tongued.
With an eloquent and smooth tongue
وردناwe arrived دندناwe hummed وانثنىand he swayed بالغنىto song
وردنا دندنا وانثنى بالغنى
مخجلputting to shame الفننِthe bough قدّهhis stature الفتّانbewitching
مخجل الفننِ قدّه الفتّان
We arrived, we hummed, and he swayed to song.
We approached and swayed with the melody
His bewitching stature puts the bough to shame.
Shy before the arts, the seducer
أحسناwe did well إذwhen حناhe showed tenderness وانحنىand he bent نحوناtoward us
أحسنا إذ حنا وانحنى نحونا
قامةstature الغصنِthe bough جنّةa paradise الرضوانdivine pleasure
قامة الغصنِ جنّة الرضوان
We did well when he was tender and bent toward us.
We were excellent when we bent, and it bent towards us
The bough's stature is a paradise of divine pleasure.
Like the bending branch, the Garden of Contentment