1. To the valiant Sârim Ad-Dîn, son of Muhammad,
Fate has cast me into battles and tribulations,

2. And my hopes have settled in the best of dwellings,
With the best of those to whom the literati resort.

3. I came to the highest ranked in self and position,
And I frequented a quarter while the times are arid.

4. A lord, secret of God's oneness, and his sword,
Through him life is sweet, and the times wholesome.

5. He is the overflowing Kawthar among the joyous family,
A rain cloud calling to the dew, which responds.

6. A cloud shading all people, seeking rain,
With a share for all who hope in it.

7. Peace be upon you - I came visiting you,
And my affair, when the detractors were wondrous.

8. I hope your grace - and grace is plentiful -
And I anticipate your gifts soon and near.

9. So stand with me, and treat me as you are worthy of,
For my hope in you is not dashed.

10. Guard my face from a hostile time,
Join the cord of intimacy - the stranger is a stranger.

11. And may you remain the minaret of the faith for as long as
Lightning flashes and tender branches stir in the meadows.

12. You will remain my hope, my succor and insight
Against the blows of fate - alive as they alternate.