1. My beloved, and yearnings relate their tale,
Tears of sorrow from a messenger and a series,

2. About one who settled in the heart and moved on,
Stand and cry from the memory of a beloved and home.

3. Or look from his cheek above his mole,
To the best fire near it is the best resort,

4. I was devoted to it so my love spoke eloquently, as if
It were the fine traits of the people of Sabka to the observer.

5. Those are my masters, who they are,
The relief of hope, protection of the supplicant,

6. For the judge of the judges of the Muslims,
Freshness and a hand like the sparkling lightning.

7. A leader for us, from his name and features,
Torrents of sustenance pouring down from above.