1. Poetry is but a yearning and a question,
And a hope to which hopes draw near,

2. So if you fulfill every intention,
And attain in life what none can attain,

3. Why then this verse composition, O leader of mankind,
Has the flow of words from your hands ceased?

4. Thus the words of slaves are praise and gratitude,
And supplication to their Lord, and heartfelt prayer,

5. That God may make you an Imam enduring,
Of whom beauty and perfection shone forth,

6. You remained the defender of the faith from its enemies,
Archers and high hopes thrill for you.