The fragrant breeze of arrival,

Brushes against a sigh of remorse,

So He inebriated them,

With a thunderless wine,

And their bodies aspired to depart,

Out of hearts imbued with yearning,

And when The Giver wills, He manifests,

Arousing them from a swathing darkness,

Summoning them with a chilling whisper,

My servants, sleep not.

For he who arrives, voyages the night,

Summoning them,

 With a spilling whisper,

My servants, 

Sleep not.

For he who arrives, traverses the night in stillness,

He who arrives, observes the night with a riveting vigilance, 

On legs, assenting,

the aching stands to sweetness,

Neither is paradise their goal,

Nor its noble maidens,

But The Face of Thy Compassion,

Manifested.

نَسِيْمُ الوَصْلِ

هَبَّ عَلَى النَّدَامَى

فَأَسْكَرَهُمْ

وَمَاشَرِبُوْا مُدَامَى

وَمَالَتْ مِنْهُمُ الأَعْطَافُ مَيْلاً

لِأَنَّ قُلُوْبَهُمْ مُلِئَتْ غَرَاماً

وَلَمَّا يَنُوالسَّاقِي تَجَلَّى

وَأَيْقَظَ فِي الدُّجَى مَنْ كَانَ نَامَا

وَنَادَاهُم

عِبَادِي لَاتَنَامُوْا

يَنَالُ الوَصْلَ مَنْ هَجَرَ المَنَامَ

وَنَادَاهُم

عِبَادِي

لَا

تَنَامُوْا

يَنَالُ الوَصْلَ مَنْ هَجَرَ المَنَامَ

يَنَالُ الوَصْلَ مَنْ سَهِرَ اللَيَالِي

عَلَى الأَقْدَامِ

واسْتَحْلَــى القِيَامَةَ

فَمَا مَقْصُوْدُهُم جَنَّاتُ عَدْنٍ

وَلَا الحُوْرُ الحِسَانُ وَلَا الخِيَامَ

سِوَى نَظْرَ الجَمِيْلِ

تَعَطَّفْ عَلَيْنَا يَا جَمِيلْ

O, Eternally Present,

Necessary is Your Existence,

to everything that breathes,

to everything that is;

God, God.

O, O! Oft-Worshiped,

Incomparably One, Beloved and Beloving,

—Ever-Living.

He Who has no end,

possessing the presence,

of [a] thundering reverence,

eternally bestowing,

gifts, divine.

God, God!

Within whose grasp,

lie the reigns of might,

breathing secrets,

in each moment.

August be His splendor,

whose command runs swift to the sinner;

Sinner,

To Us,

Return.

يَا

مَوْجُود

وَاجِبُ

الوُجُوْد

الله الله

يَا يَا مَعْبُود

وَاحِدٌ وَدُوْد

حَيٌّ

لَا يَمُوْت

ذُوْ

الجَلَال

دَائِمُ

النَّوَال

الله الله

ذُوْ

الجَلَال

دَائِمُ

النَّوَال

سُبْحَانَ

,مَن قَالَ لِلْعَاصِي

عَاصِي

إِلَيْنَا

عُود

God-speed! God-speed!

[For the] wellsprings of secrets have passed you by,

now gleaned and subsumed while you lay in slumber.

Were you to glimpse those subtle masters,

then behold a fluent serenity; like doves abliss.

So if you longed for a path other than remorse,

then stand and withstand for the beloved of hearts,

and dwell in the persistence of vigilance.

And cling to these celestial gates!

Oh bearer of affliction,

he whose concern is

Our proximity.

For verily is the felicitous,

he who remains firmly grasping,

The Rope of Divine Providence.

And whosoever commands himself,

to the devotion of persistence,

arrives to the vicinity of nearness.

Triumphant is his recompense,

and bountiful is his prize.

So sleep not,

during the late hours when adornments manifest,

for he who lay in slumber,

can not attain the secrets of the night.

!بَادِرْ! بَادِرْ

لَقَدْ فَاتَتْكَ الغَنَائِم

تَقَاسَمُوْهَا وَأَنْتَ نَائِم

وَلَوْ رَأَيْتَ اَلَّذِينَ فَازُوا

نِحْتَ كَمَا نَاحَتْ الحَمَائِم

إِنْ رُمْتَ أَنْ لَا تَكُوْنَ نَادِم

قُمْ لِحْبِيْبِ القُلُوْبِ

لَازِم

وَلَازِم

اَلْبَابَ

يَا

مُعْنَّى

إِنَّ السَّعِيْدَ

اَلَّذِي

يُلَازِم

مَنْ لَازَمَ اَلْبَابَ

نَالَ

قُرْبًا

وَفَازَ بِالْأَجْرِ

والْغَنَائِم

وَلَا تَنَمْ

سَاعَةَ التَّجَلِّي

فَلَيْسَ يَحْظَى

بِالْأَجْرِ نائِمٌ