1. How great is Allah, and countless are the miracles
Of this chosen Prophet, that cannot be numbered

2. Who can count the shooting stars in the sky's horizon?
Who can count the raindrops, however much it pours?

3. Who can count the plants or number the grains of sand?
Impossible! This matter cannot be imagined

4. So delight, my heart, and become pure
For this is what you had hoped to see long ago

5. Laugh or cry if you wish, both are praiseworthy
And the longing lover is set free

6. For it is the wont of lovers to always weep
Whether joined or separated from their beloved

7. When close, they cry fearing the pangs of loss
When apart, yearning makes them sleepless and distressed