1. Greetings, a devoted supplicant in his prayers,
And yearnings folded within my ribs over embers,

2. And a fragrance of praise pleasing in its diffusion, as though it were,
Conversations the breeze relates about flowers.

3. When the homelands were far from me, your image appeared,
My vigilant imagination, so you seemed near in my thoughts,

4. And the mention of you rushed into my eyes reverently,
And my limbs humbled as if you were in my breast.

5. And my eyes rained tears over the separation,
For how much the heart encounters without my knowing.

6. My master - no, the master of the imams of his time,
And the most deserving of praise and thanks,

7. He called me to compose poetry longing for you,
Though I hold your merit above my verse,

8. And even if it were like precious pearls I would spurn it
Beside you - can gems be offered to the sea?

9. I am like one who sends spells and perfumes
To Babylon, to Shahr.

10. But I drew its fundamentals from you,
As the rain streams poured from the seas by the droplets.

11. I hope - though the hand of fate has come between us -
For how many a reunion in secure refuge from fate!

12. If the Master restores me from my withering,
I will journey on a ship to Him with no concealment.

13. And if there is goodness and bounty in delay,
We will be patient in hardship and ease.

14. In goodness, not news, one of wisdom is sufficient,
For the best of views is seemly in the matter.

15. And insofar as I have conveyed to you, it suffices
Silently - covering is more appropriate for the noble.

16. So sleep securely though the nights betray,
For I have seen the nights never cease betrayal.