1. O my savior striving for every glory,
Reaching the highest ranks,

2. Seeking perfection that even the best men failed in attaining,
With thoughts piercing as arrows,

3. That strike their targets if he shoots them,
The book you looked into,

4. Is the most eloquent ever composed in books,
If you ponder its subtleties,

5. You'll say this is the most wondrous of wonders,
When they utter the word “book”,

6. None but it is meant in books,
Others bring me no benefit,

7. Where are the books of grammarians from Rabee!
For this Imam is the most knowing of people created by God in Arabic syntax,

8. He has always been their reference,
Like the pole to the cycles of knowledge,

9. Enviers attacked him out of envy,
And overcame him with lies and falsehood,

10. He went around hiding his grief,
At their concealing his virtues in flames,

11. And he reached the end dying expatriated,
In the land of Shiraz, the profession of literature,

12. If you are a lover of what his pages contained of gems,
I can dictate it if you want a copy,

13. I do not care about the intensity of fatigue,
My dictation is not out of greed,

14. For hoped for money or ambition,
Your hands preceded me,

15. Long ago in generosity,
My tongue is heavy,

16. That's my biggest flaw,
If you undertake to treat me,

17. You will gain reward for that cause,
I have no profession but literature,

18. Prose, poetry, and sermons,
After David I have no deprivation of wishes,

19. The era of literature has passed.