1. We are the doves, and your existence is the rings
So be gentle, your hand's grip is unbearable

2. O best of those whose talk is towards his doors
Mounts of musk piled up and necks bent

3. O Bahauddin, o rightful king
Whose lineage is pure and veins purified

4. You who appears inspiring awe
In our hearts and necks bowed in humility

5. You who surpassed the generous in nobility
Thus remembered beautifying the horizons

6. Your courtyard is spacious for visitors
And your brows lofty for those who knock

7. With a clemency that never recedes
Souls empowered and hopes gripped

8. Except one hoping for your grace, anxious
His heart fluttering like a moth

9. O you who is kind to your beseechers and in calamity
Becomes harsh, rigid, with blood spilt

10. I used to shy away from praising for a period
Today, my father's blindness covers me

11. So congratulations on your feast, and remain as you granted O youth
And youthful towards his beloveds, yearning