1. Hope has grasped despair, outstretched is hope,
With the sun of the forenoon in the crescent of nightfall,

2. So I hurried in its pursuit,
Though on my journey I was shrouded in darkness,

3. And when I reached her abode,
I was delivered from the crescent and attained salvation,

4. And my arrival at her door
Was for me a way out of sorrow upon sorrow,

5. So I became a path to al-Salasabil
And my words an authority for the reverent.