1. My master, sun of faith, you whose nature
Became like a garden's flowers, free of thorns,

2. Whose thoughts, when they flow in the night of mysteries,
Become illuminated like the full moon at its height,

3. Whose resolution leads the noble ones, and determination
That contests might, though it withers and fades,

4. Your lover hopes for subtle notes from you
About the famed exegesis by Jami,

5. So he can solve with them its complex lines,
Laying bare their nakedness, every seam.

6. For the servant Abdel Ghafour, the eloquent one, grant me success first,
For without your solution no bond will hold.

7. He whose blood was consecrated to nobility and knowledge
Never attained platforms of high minbars, though a preacher's dove.