1. Your hands are eyes that yearn with eyes
And your favor is a sun that is not repelled by hatred

2. Your bestowal is pure, unmixed with obligation
And praise of you is truth, flawless and free of blame

3. When the hands of people fall short of merit
You reach the highest with your hands outstretched

4. If the people of this age placed their affairs in your hands
They would find the way of both lifetimes

5. Generous, like clouds pouring rain, while the miser’s hand is stingy
Dignified, when the mountains of Hunayn bowed low

6. The envious pursued all his merits
But trying to find fault in him wearied them

7. I sent a unique pearl, and yearning had sighed
In my heart, and melancholy shrouded my breast

8. You endowed me with eternal essence of merit
While he made of clay and mud perishes

9. It was as if tears, when the weeping called them
Were engraved, leaving no trace, unheeded