1. A gentle breeze blew by languidly,
Did it make the garden weep, and the serpent smile?

2. The magical valley exhaled its scent,
Bewitching, was it musk so pure it breathed?

3. A blossoming meadow, or gardens so fecund,
Their robe woven by the winds, patterned and ornate.

4. Flowers of the sky, or blossoms of a meadow,
Watered by vales of bliss, flowing on thirsty sands.

5. Her pliant branches swayed gracefully,
As birds perched on her crest trilled a melody.

6. Was it the sun at its peak shining bright,
Or the moon rising to reign in its might?

7. Good tidings after despair, a promise after longing,
So beautiful, so majestic, so generous!

8. Oh wayfarer, if you stray, hurry
To blessed waters, where you’ll find guidance.

9. And wander her sacred valley chanting psalms,
Blessed is the valley, blessed is its sanctuary!

10. The light of guidance from Damascus has shone,
Outshining with its symbols the moon in the sky.

11. The horizons now glow luminous,
As the boughs of hopes bloom and burgeon high.

12. See the songbird don its raiment anew,
Adorned by spring in its vibrant hues.

13. The vernal clouds scattering pearls at dawn,
Arranging strands of light, artful and wise.

14. The doves sang at Dhu Al-Nayrain’s abode,
Answered by a moon, pure and solemn.

15. It is the dwelling of the sage of this age, judge of its judges,
A noble Imam, before whom fortune camps.

16. Majestic, revered, refined and virtuous,
Generous his voice, shaming the rain if it held back.

17. A savior for the anguished, refuge for the frightened,
Solace for the aggrieved crying injustice.

18. O unmatched one in this world, O wise master of tomorrow,
Yours is the pride, as the Sheikh humbly concedes.

19. O Lord who has gathered all virtues,
No scholar meets you but lowers his gaze.

20. Your justice has spread through every land,
Aiding Sham and taking up the cause of the oppressed.

21. I came seeking your lofty threshold, as time
Had wronged me, leaving me no recourse but your door.

22. My eyes hurt, the parting too long drawn out,
My heart afire with the flames of separation.

23. Perhaps my Master would have mercy on my plight,
And do me justice from a life that has denied me.

24. I have dependents, my Lord knows their state,
My heart is an ember burning for their sake.

25. A soul that sees asking for aid as disgrace,
Save that it hopes for your generosity to bloom.

26. For you are the seal of eloquence, the consummate end;
And your munificence, O sea of virtues, runs deep.

27. May your abundant grace bring a bounty
To quench the thirst of the parched and famished soul.

28. You remain by virtue of the two Brilliances,
As long as the dove moans and the palm tree stands.