1. Who but the invisible saints, the zealous ones
The rightly guided, guides the wandering, despondent one

2. My masters, your slave lingers at your door
Distressed is his state and confused his situation

3. He persisted in sins in all his affairs
And companied evil in his actions

4. He rode sins and sailed the seas of passion
And came to forbidden pastures wearing the garb of misguidance

5. Ashamed, sad, fearful of his sin
Burdened to his back with its weight

6. He walked the path, following your way
Yet wasted your companionship with his words

7. And came with a claim of love, knocking at your door
With the shackles of ignorance bound to his tale

8. And refused to repent without attaining your patronage
Despite knowing his shortcoming in his ways

9. The calamities of his sins have swept your gardens
And the birds of his temptations told of his hopes

10. So by your right, be generous to him as he wishes
And show kindness, pitying his state

11. And honor him with a merciful glance
And join the ropes of your patronage to his

12. And take him into the sea of your shelter and unveil
His afflictions by delivering him from his anguish

13. My masters, be generous for the sanctity of your worth
For your slaves have become like a mirage

14. They have become strangers, displaced from their tribes
Scattered from their homes and families

15. His friend cries for him longingly
While his enemy rejoices at his misery

16. Far be it from you to abandon a child of yours
Whose family now cries for their young

17. For you is generosity, for none but you
And privilege - your house gleams with its crescent moon

18. Yours is the station of pride that shines in the world
Like the sun with its rising and setting

19. And yours is the hand of aid, from your Lord
Inclined by the secret of His beauty and majesty

20. And yours is the news from the unseen by way of inspiration
And attaining the Messenger and his progeny

21. My masters - at your door hopes the yearner
Cut off from his tribe and his men

22. He left the intermediaries, flying to you
For your doorstep suffices to solve his problems

23. How many destitutes upon your gaze
The birds of pride fluttered beneath their shadows

24. Show kindness to your feeble slave with a glance
By which reform may come to his damaged state

25. While people enjoy union, he remains cut off
So cease from estranging him - make his desolation his consolation

26. His state is miserable while he still hopes
For your favor - so bring him nearer to his hopes

27. For with but a breath of your gaze upon him
He will live again - that breath will revive his family

28. Far be it after standing at your door
That you deny him that which is on his mind

29. Make the means Ahmad the succor, who
Inherited the patronage from his father and uncle

30. Pole of the world, the lion, our Shaykh Refa'i
In whose shade the saints take shelter

31. The sign of spiritual men, guide of every path
Pole around whom all turn, his state reflects theirs

32. Crown of shayks in Iraq and lands beyond
The imam to emulate in his perfection

33. So by his right, and the right of his adherents
And his party, army, progeny and house

34. And by the right of the Allah’s pole and the saints’ patron
Who drowned seekers in his endless bestowals

35. Sun of Iraq, essence of aid, whose states
Bear witness to his conditions

36. And my master, savior of his times’ prisoner
Rescuer of the disgraced from their chains

37. And in the presence of Shaykh Disuqi, who settled
The affairs of saints through his perfections's sign

38. And in the presence of Shaykh Ahmad, our hunter
Reviver of our path with his beauty’s light

39. And by every pole who attained gnosis of their Lord
And every Shaykh transcending his peers

40. And all of Allah’s people - and specifically the pole
To whose wisdom the age returned and speech

41. And all of you - pardon a slave of yours
And bear well what burden he carried

42. And with a kind caress enable him to attain his hopes
Be generous, do not deprive him of his aspirations

43. For he has vicious dogs who rejoiced at what
The separation heaved upon him of anguish

44. They envied him since you backed him and overstepped
In their villainy, envious of his phantom

45. They thought the carpet of your honor folded from him
And he woke regretting his state

46. He is your child - and it would be a disgrace
For the dogs’ paws to wreak havoc on your cubs

47. Is it not jealousy that the hand of your generosity
Leaves the envious boiling with animosity’s schemes?

48. Is it not a breath or glance or succor
To raise your beloved to attain his prize?

49. So by your right - his state has not parted
From your doors nor shall his face see any change

50. Succor and help! My masters, O my masters!
For my tears grow weary of flowing

51. It has dug cheeks and cut the cheeks’ streams
To streak the face - so be close to your soldier!

52. He is the lowly Khalidi, Abul Huda
Seeker of patronage’s grace from its valiant granter

53. The poem is concluded with prayers and peace
Upon the beloved Guide and his family

54. And upon all his companions and those who tread
The way he set by the command of his perfection

55. And upon the invisible saints who never deviated
From aiding the complaining destitute in his life