1. Your generosity in nearness and distance,
Name my tears from the sky.

2. O the one I yearned for since I distanced from her,
My eyelids got accustomed to crying.

3. Where is she who became my remedy morning and evening,
And in her palm lies my remedy?

4. If it weren't for her kind glances,
The eyes of the onlookers wouldn't have gotten wet.

5. White in her stature is moderation,
Injustice has taught her wisdom in judgment.

6. Her face is like the morning,
Above it is the curly hair like a torrent.

7. Her mouth is purely white,
As if it is the aura of brilliance.

8. I ransom her for the sake of a precious treasure,
She stores in hunting for winter.

9. I wish my eyes to see her,
Wrapped in a veil on her face.

10. But she is with the one whom all goodness,
Came close to him like dust.

11. The one I always pray to Allah for his survival,
The one whose generosity at the beginning,

12. Is for those who asked him endlessly.
Munificent, far reaching, generous,

13. Near in hands, immersed in gifts.
We thank him for he is benevolent,

14. He gets intoxicated by the wine of praise.
Happy with visitors, he runs

15. With modesty in his cheeks like water.
I called onto him hoping, so he answered,

16. His voice beyond all people is my call.
Like rain while raining heavily,

17. And a lion in the sanctity of encounter.
If days belied me in doubt,

18. His kindness affirmed my hope.
Of a group who were known from early on,

19. With pure generosity and loyalty.
On the brow of glory,

20. What they built of architecture.
So O' Abu Al-Qasim listen to it,

21. More gentle in diction than breeze.
You still spend the harm and remain

22. Beautiful, giver of gifts, esteemed.