They say the suns are mansions
of the heavens. Where else
a sun but in heaven?

When the throne stands
firm on its pillars, all
that's left is for the king
to be enthroned.

When the heart is pure
of recklessness, all that remains
is for the angel to descend.

He owns me, I him.
Each possesses the other.

I'm his. That's clear.
He's mine. Hear him saying
Here I am for you my lord.

Driver of the red-roan camels
turn aside and stop the riders
short of Dar al-Falak.

May a house on a river bank
near Musanna inflict you
never to recover.

May the lord of love
strike you down
with the love I suffer.

It wasn't Zarud the station,
no, nor Hajir nor Salam
that thinned you away.

In the fire of parting
you looked in vain for clouds
of reunion to shade you.

Majesty bent you
to your knees before its
his sovereign power.

May he become as he humbles you
your coquette

And if out of his magnficence
he forbids you court his favor
may he at least court yours.