1. The full moon of beauty appeared in splendor
Tormenting my heart while it was in dissolution

2. And to it my hearing when the sweet name was repeated
What the tormentor repeated of my torment

3. And to it the month of fasting, the most pious of people
And let it remain whatever it wants without equal

4. The imam of the guider of guidance and brilliance
The judge of the judges of merit and judgment

5. I swear in Surah Al-Anfal from his righteousness
And the abundance of students like ants

6. In knowledge and attribution none can equal him
In referring the branch back to the origin