In a thousand different forms you may hide yourself,
 but all the same, my best-beloved, I will recognize you;
 you may shroud yourself with magic veils
 but all the same, my ubiquitous one, I will recognize you.
 
 In the cypress's undefiled, youthful striving,
 all the same, my ever-growing beauty, I will recognize you.
 In the canal's pristine and lively ripples,
 my ever-complimented one, well do I recognize you.
 
 When a spurt of water ascends and unfolds,
 my playful one, how merrily I will recognize you!
 When a cloud forms itself into a new shape,
 my many-splendoured one, I will recognize you there.
 
 In the blossoming, misty carpet of meadow,
 my colorful, starry one, I will recognize your beauty;
 And if a thousand-armed ivy spreads out its grasp,
 o, all-clasping one, I will know you there.
 
 When the morning blazes up beside the mountains,
 at once, my cheerful one, I will greet you;
 then over me the sky will bend into a pure dome,
 my ever-widening heart, then I will breathe you in.
 
 What I know with my outer and inner senses,
 I know through you, my teacher;
 And when I call Allah's hundred names,
 with every one, a name resounds for you.