1. Al-Fasih asks of you, O Karmānī
To go on Hajj or travel through the lands

2. He had been a Sufi, not one settled
In a town with its linen-makers

3. Rather his view was to wander from
Land to land, from home to homes

4. Had it been his desire to stay in your land
He would have stayed, in bountiful heavens

5. But he fears the jurists as much
As every student fears melting away

6. So if he sees blissful Yemen like a heaven
He finds jurists there like fires

7. And his hell from them is more painful
Than the heat of hell, than its boiling

8. He who claims to love him is naught
But the love of the ape for the rats

9. The jurists will never stop viewing
Sufis as evil and corrupt

10. Two groups completely opposed
One like mist, the other like fires

11. The battle's fury rages between them
With no wounds but those of the tongue

12. Each calls the other misguided
Of the party of error, band of Satan

13. You see the jurist wishes the Sufi
To perish, though all but God perish

14. What decides but the stone of Ismail
To make Muhammad the victim each dawn

15. How Ismail wished for Isaac
To slaughter him with his own hands

16. He kept striving to kill him
Relentless, without pause or fatigue

17. And he sends poems inciting
Rulers against him everywhere

18. Fabricating words that malign
And poison the princes against him

19. How they rejoice when they slander
Poor Muhammad, so weak and distressed

20. With how many malicious poems, meant
To flatter each ruler and prince

21. How they have rallied jurists against him
With great zeal and effort they ply

22. In Mansur's rule, they sought to end him
But for the Almighty's protection

23. Their rage at him was immense
It engulfed the far reaches of the world

24. Their fury was stoked
By the winds of injustice and assault

25. It almost melted our souls
Before it approached our bodies

26. How it burned the Sufis' wool, and does
Wool have remnants after fire?

27. Ismail had stoked it, making its fuel
None but the Karmānī

28. But God protected him, Glorious is He
From its raging inferno

29. And now his resolve has hardened
To travel, melting travellers' heels

30. Fleeing those people bent on destroying him
Secretly and openly alike

31. So grant him leave, O King of the World
For with leave he finds greatest safety

32. Permit him to journey, so he may escape
The blow of every sharp sword

33. Your leave grants him life-saving gift
A protection for his soul, so decide to guard him

34. And pardon the jurists for his departure
And him from them, O scion of Qahtan

35. Resolve with this view the conflict
That long sickened the abode of faith

36. You still do every good
Your hand is ever gentle and kind