1. When will I see the truth clear of its turbidity,
And thought transcend saying and telling?

2. Truth prevails, and religion extends its hand,
Irresistible, come what may.

3. Justice is mighty, its practitioner abased,
Full of fears and miseries.

4. The exemplary way of the Chosen One prevails
Over all heretical innovation, scattering it.

5. O Creator of creation, bring me to a time
Where I see all my hopes fulfilled,

6. The self has long regaled me with tales
Of its lofty role in this sphere.

7. My Lord, grant me abundance from the Giver of Plenty
And, my Master of Beauty, perfect grace.