1. Without her, O life, there is but sorrow and the sting of spears,
And with her, so listen to the clashing of swords.

2. None hears in her quarters,
Save the shrieking of the frightened, or the struggle.

3. So travel to her, recklessly,
Exchanging your life for shamelessness.

4. Girding yourself, having sworn an oath not to waver
From loving her, no matter the blamer or preventer.

5. He who wins the height of his wishes fears no reproach,
He strove until when gaining his goal,

6. His right hand cast down his staff and rested.
Travel has wearied my mounts, and it is time

7. For it to rest after the revelation.
For after dwelling in the excellent quarter of the mountain of knowledge,

8. The seas of generosity, it has established me.
Whoever dug a canal to the most high,

9. And protected its protector, it cannot be violated.
Whoever raised the flags of Sunnah,

10. And struggled against innovation completely.
Innovating, striving, fighting,

11. For the religion in the knowledge of guidance for righteousness.
O scholar of the family of the Prophet in his time,

12. And pole of the masters of intercession and success.
What is with he who was just in our time,

13. And inclined towards the authentic positions?
Rejecting blind imitation from every barber,

14. Cutting his turban and wrapper.
Did not say our elders determined,

15. They left no effort for them in advice.
He is accused of ambition among his people,

16. And upon the accuser is no sin.
They tear his honor if he comes to them

17. With the bitter truth and is at ease.
He faces from them all kinds of harm,

18. Every ugly thing in the evening and morning.
Are the sons of the despicable from them attacking him,

19. Flaring in the heart, what a flare!