1. All my life I have toiled without rest
Patience is the provision for death, and my soul is at its last gasp

2. I hasten to you, though my steed is exhausted in the paths
Not from the crush of roads, but from the crush of cares

3. My passion urges me on, though my sins plot against me
The way is longer than the breaths of one racing

4. Between the flow and ebb of my pace is a rhyme
Rising at dawn with your praise between diving and drowning

5. I glimpsed a light while my people crave
Delusions in the darkness of ignorance, in the swamp of misery

6. Oppression, ignorance, deception, corruption
While truth is more perplexed than one plagued with insomnia

7. I caught your light in the wing of darkness, a shelter
For the lost, and deliverance for the anxious

8. Everyone views their opinion as religion, and it defeats them
To discern the truth as religion, while still limited

9. Since the earth and fires were kindled
And none finds comfort except in the Merciful without being scorched

10. I glimpsed your light in the gloom, a refuge
For the confused, and escape for the divided

11. So I came bearing your guidance to people
From the end of “The Opening” or the start of “The Clots”

12. O master of creation, O spirit of life, O
Solace of hearts, and remedy for the troubled insomniac

13. O God’s paradise on earth of misery, O
Sun of the world, and star of the lamp in the dark

14. O breeze of love, O good news of existence, O
Water of life, wellspring of cognizance and scent

15. No people shunned Islam and congregated
Except a woven robe was ripped from the seams

16. Nor did people lose your guidance and contrive
Another, except those who did not rely on religion succeeded

17. O cure for every ailment with the Quran, healing
The anguished, and remedying all with burns

18. O God’s mercy, bestow upon me and send a cause
Through which my nation may be saved from the swamp of drowning

19. If in the sunset of life, I still have hope
I see it after the sunset glow in the horizon

20. O master of messengers, I pride myself in praise of you
Though my poetry falls short of the full magnificence

21. These rhymes throb like a heart, wearied
With longing for you, conversing with the light in the darkness

22. Thirsty for your affection, if I fear their extent
I blame the Lord of mankind and daybreak

23. I sent them as my envoy on the path to
Meeting you, O balm that heals the heart of the miserable

24. The God of the universe blessed you as long as
A palm was raised to Him and the soil was moistened

25. It is said poetry, and what an ear can contain
Or what a kiss of the pen on paper can affect