1. God has an eastward abode, none visited it
Except a melancholic visitor it cheered.

2. With joyful soul standing before his Lord
Dazzled by His beautiful, shining beauty.

3. So he became more gentle and beautiful
The night and day smiled at his fellowship.

4. So He protected him with a tower of joy, the lion
Whose times the Lord of mankind lengthened.

5. How many suns rose therein with Full Moons
And how many bright stars illuminated it.

6. And for it how many orbits of honor revolve
Stationary while stars roam around.

7. With firm pillars, proofs guide
To the permanence of honor within it point.

8. Since that Khuzaymi had rebuilt it
In the beauty of doing good extended its buildings.

9. Well-mannered, his achievements wholesome
The All-Powerful lifted his status in the world.

10. No field of his overflowing favor but
A seeker hopes to enjoy his glad tidings.

11. Except a most eloquent poet bows
Composing and creating well-crafted poetry.

12. I ransom him, a generous, noble man
Who in life adorns himself with manners.

13. And clothed him in robes of reverence in the world
And increased his dignity between worlds.

14. A sheikh, with his pure wisdom ascended
And rose above all other sheikhs as their chief.

15. And reached a supreme station in perfection
May God ever increase his pride.

16. A helper to the thirsty for generosity, he became
A sea that from his winds rain poured forth.

17. The tales of his righteousness spread when his palm
Equaled clouds and told of their rain.

18. So pure praise of him - how many times
Revived a lad inhaling its fragrance.

19. You Arabs of the world, how you have declaimed in his praise
Eloquent words and spread his fame.

20. And the Turks concurred, admitting their failing,
Spreading his might in the world.

21. Seeking pardon for falling short, for a generous brother’s
Nature is forgiving and forgiving.

22. And may he fulfill supplication forever even if
Falling short in every precise phrase and expression.

23. And be transported in praising the good tidings
Every moment repeating, repeating his passion.

24. Exalting the call for Khuzaymi the caller
O Lord, elevate the glories of his abode.

25. Bestow upon us, O Lord, that we see from
This origin, branches bearing ripe fruits.

26. And we see branches of his branches verdant
And lengthen his life for ages untold.

27. The breeze never fluttered a branch gracefully
Nor the birds roused for singing at dawn,

28. Nor the bright dawn shone and the sun rose
Nor the morning disclosed its lights,