1. My soul is ransomed for you from a blamer full of bitterness
And from one who judges with prejudice and injustice

2. And one who blames but the innocent
And from an oppressor but the guiltless

3. The eyes made me drink love for you as an inherited nature
That flowed before my creation in my veins and bones

4. And infatuation handed me over to acceptance
So if you are one who is pleased with that, then I accept

5. Longing has distanced me, in every limb a yearning
That melts, and an eyelid flowing with tears

6. And I am not blamed that the one who awakened desire
My fortunes that yielded nothing but regret

7. I brought death upon myself when
I shot, but my arrows did not cross the valley

8. God willed that I weep for none but the youthful
And be startled by none but the beloved, painfully

9. An obstinate soul, ever remaining salty
Cast with injustice, thrown at it every sinner

10. I gathered the knights of glories, and here I am
Refusing in thought about love, divided

11. And lamenting days sweeter than mana
That would pass for me between ruins and Zamzam

12. In them a smiling essence converses with me
A discourse sweeter than honey in the mouth

13. Decked in adornments, sensual in her draping
Wearing a necklace of my tears and my blood

14. She refused to look but at a thinking eye
And finds suitable none but imaginative lips

15. I refused a heart safe from her, as if I
Were watching the smoothness of life from a silent mouth

16. And I am not one who appeases his love for her, and inclines
To anyone other than the generous, glorified

17. Muhammad, the exalted, the dignified, and whoever
Had a generous character, without pretense

18. Caretaker, indeed his superior virtues
Have become, on the forehead of the world, like a red scar

19. And my Master - when the clouds tighten around his rain -
Pours upon us one downpour after another

20. To him belong the planets revolving in their highest rising
And that is inherited from the era of Adam

21. And a palm that wears generosity - constructed
Without the adornment of virtue - did not seal

22. So no garden, the singing of weeping life
Smiles from my sullen mouth

23. The breeze of morning extends its steps through it
And walks in a garment of light, with features

24. With a face brighter than it at its blowing
When its right side intends extinguished hopes

25. So oh glorious! All the prides have become
Attributed and owed to his illuminating glory

26. From you they came sauntering in submission
An outpouring of thoughts and nature Muslim

27. To it I have wed only eloquence as a safeguard
While now none but the innocent meets a safeguard

28. It has the voice of David, the beauty of Joseph
The wisdom of Luqman and the chastity of Mary

29. It asks us of what our Lord has shown
To transcribe lifespans and provision predestined

30. It flowed before the creation of creation in the tablet, that which
Will be, and what had been before - so know!

31. It perceives the gravity of matters, and that
It yields benefit by your hands most abundant

32. It showed me the path of virtue until I walked it
And clarified its puzzles, all ambiguous

33. So what is a four-letter name if by it I have become
Possessed with agony, and chanting

34. And what is it but a land in whose horizons
The stay of the despairing beloved is beautiful

35. And if thoughts erased a third from that
I wept for youth in it, and the days of bliss

36. And it reminds me - the noblest of its character
And its inversion is mean, undeserved of generosity

37. And it shows us from its heart the sun in the morning
In which rise stars, after stars

38. And its second, praised by every lover
And who sees fault in it, even a slanderer?

39. It hands me on the day of parting its heart
Though without palm or wrist

40. And connects what is between kings and their aims
And if set on a matter, resolves it promptly

41. An ally of steadfastness who never tasted
Sleep upon his eyelids, and never craved peace

42. A doer, but not called a maker
Speaking, but not the speaker

43. Except that he became exposed beyond his concealment
And famous among every squinter

44. Rank him in your club the most honored rank
And dress him in a robe of sequenced prose

45. And were it not for your tormenting meanings and their crafting
It would have been hard for me to speak my praise

46. And meet my response with acceptance, graciously
And forgive, for the merit is for the precedence