1. To you, O son of Abbas, all are bound and traveling,
I set out, for I am traveling to your shrine, traveling,

2. I yearn for you all my life and desire
To visit you though fortune from that falls short,

3. And I have long put my trust in you, yet whenever
I strengthened my resolve towards you, obstacles arose,

4. And I knew that nothing prevented me from you except
Great sins aided by fate,

5. Will my eyes see your soil, that I may be sated
By seeing that land from which I shy away?

6. For my longing for you has gained resolve
And most of my thoughts say today I will visit,

7. And signs have intimated to me drawing near
And good news has given me tidings of connection,

8. And I was certain that the barriers are gone and that
Your caller has called me, so why should I not hasten?

9. I have girded my loins with determination and come to you
With your permission, as things were made smooth for me,

10. And had permission not been completed, my ease would not have been facilitated
And its continuity not made, but stumbling,

11. And when permission from you was complete, my confusions stirred
And my flutterings for you arose and the sparks flew,

12. And when I traveled towards you possessing
The reins of worldly rule, while below me are the weak,

13. Rather, the kings of earth altogether, their kingdom
Is below what through you I have attained,

14. The pinnacle of hopes met me in Mina
And I knew the ink is to the fragment a mender,

15. And in Arafat I came to know secrets
Beside which the rising clouds are but rain-makers,

16. And in Muzdalifa, the excellence of all merit
Became evident through his overflowing favors,

17. And they said, “A boil that ripens boons and brings the bare
And gives life to tombs, as though it were abundant,”

18. But praise be to God, I did not find in it
All this enveloped with subtle kindness,

19. And I felt that when minds rise above guidance
Lofty and rightly guided, I thank God,

20. The path of the boil led to the garden of guidance
So no innovation, when flaws become manifest,

21. And I came to be, in the sphere of rituals, passing
When the plateau disappears, the depression appears clear,

22. And I arrived at the ink in his land which
Gabriel, the traveling emissary, circumambulated around,

23. What an excellent place to stay, the gentle Taif
Whose virtues in both worlds are visible,

24. And I hastened striving towards his garden in which
The land prides itself to horizons for hosting it,

25. And at its door overcame me such awe
That even mountains bow to it, moreover the great,

26. My tears flowed in joy and reverence
And from intense joy even rocks weep,

27. And he met me with opening and victory, and veils
Were lifted from that brilliant sun and curtains,

28. And Salman, his attendant, who keeps his company
At his doors night and day, was appointed to me,

29. So he lodged me in a residence - what a residence! -
And the facilitated from his house was hastened to me,

30. And he saw to all my affairs representatively
For the ink - he is the family and he is the tribes,