1. O my Master who planted religion, O you
Whose light shines on his cheeks

2. With thanks for His blessings we pray
Reciting it perfectly

3. O you who is gentle with the young
And harsh towards those who misguide

4. O you whose gathering, when seen
Is free of imperfections

5. May God make your ascent a success
And may your enemy of glory remain wretched

6. The Master of Masters doubts that
My heart is bankrupt

7. Mid Sha'ban has come upon me
Yet I'm demanded to pay debts

8. I swear I have no money at mid-month
For I and money are in enmity

9. Perhaps your help will bring me fortune, else
I will flee, my right hand gripping a wand