1. To the Virtue of Our Master Al-Rafa'i
With the bouquet of hope I extended my hand,

2. He is the pole to whom no other pole is called,
Except him among people without dispute,

3. Of vast glory, generous in rank,
With a long arm, nay a broad elbow.

4. Born from the Messenger of God a cub,
By it the beasts all bowed down to him,

5. And he kissed his father's palm openly,
It became illuminated by the light of rays.

6. And we saw the trusted ones and each individual,
Saw it in seclusion and gathering,

7. So that is a trickery in which
None but him erred, obedient or obeyed.

8. I loved his path, seeing plainly,
While others love by hearsay,

9. By mention of his majesty and sublimity we walk
Slowly over the fangs of serpents.

10. His pure water quenches my thirst,
And my meadow, though pastures deny me,

11. And I did not care about barking and grinding,
For that rock collapsed from burrowing.

12. My shelter if troubles come in succession,
And my succor if misfortunes proliferate,

13. When fate saddens us with calamities,
And bequeaths the cracking of headaches.

14. With his supreme resolve, if the tyranny
Of its misfortunes pour down measure for measure,

15. O father of the two knowledges, our master the redeemer,
Exalted and Mighty I came to you seeking,

16. I came to you a visitor, desiring acceptance,
For in you is my attainment and to you my devotion.

17. I came to you complaining of sins
Which are spawned in us by the ugliness of nature,

18. So my hopes did not lie in what I wished,
Nor were those aspirations disappointed in us.

19. Indeed days have wrung me until
The milk of contentment flowed from my eyelids,

20. To you belong the resolves which even enemies
Testified to, since there is no way to defend against them.

21. When the winds of resolve flutter from it,
We are safe in its protection from loss.

22. And none but him in resolve and determination
Clarifies for us the worthless from the valid.

23. So this is refuge, whoever enters it,
Is counted without fear or dread,

24. I rub my face in dust,
By which rubbing the gardens call.

25. And we stopped while the eyelids had springs,
Flowing at those places and lands,

26. So how many a glance of longing have I scattered,
And its tears flowed without restraint.

27. O son of the most noble, I made my praise of you
With the best attire and armor,

28. If I intended to enumerate your virtues,
I would seek the impossible by that.

29. Indeed sins have come in succession,
Arriving with exposed faces,

30. The world seduced me to it
With all kinds of trickeries.

31. So take my hand on the day of resurrection,
When the coward and the brave are equal,

32. And reach me and from myself extract me,
And favor me by accepting my making.

33. For when we came I whispered to it,
Go gently and rejoice, do not be wary,

34. And I have certainly returned in my soul and body
Full with guidance and integrity.

35. Rather, my soul therein has lodged,
Witnessing the point of the diffused secret.

36. I bid farewell to a presence filled with majesty,
And we have none but it as guardian today,

37. Generous with greetings in my presence,
But I am stingy with farewells.