1. My Master, Zain al-Din O seeker of
The paths of dew, may your journey bring you bliss

2. Tell Ala al-Din, most exalted of men
In destiny, that to none but you do I confess

3. Far be it from you to deny me a coat
That will fade, yet in your hands its memory persists

4. Though surely borne by one who praises you
More beautifully than I, it is yours to grant

5. Bestow it, and as a boon make jealous
Those who envy, as regret within me insists