1. O Jalal al-Din, O shelter,
His gifts are relief,

2. And generous without
Holding back aught in his palms.

3. He who has awe as his horsemen
Against enemies and troops,

4. O son of one whose righteous deeds
Have made vile time sweeten,

5. So they, in drought and war
Are streams and flashes of lightning.

6. What is with rose-water, O he
Whose nature is gentle and new,

7. The year has passed and there has not
Occurred for us in it anything.

8. I am seeking drink from you,
Thirsty and begging for help,

9. Abyssinian, fierce of manners
Like sparks bursting out,

10. His face without your acquaintance
Is drunkenness and sickness,

11. And behind the tavern from him
Is a persistent beggar,

12. And he neither rewards with it nor
Does fresh roses enter.