1. Your long, unbroken night of anxiety
And the nights are treacherous and vast

2. Your beautiful patience has run out, and no
Beautiful patience remains for events

3. The turns of fate realized there is for them
No way to triumph over us

4. So they wear us down, beg, and seek
To replace us, but there is no substitute

5. When anything is diseased, it becomes sick
And the Imam's suffering is momentous

6. What suffering greater than seeing your body
Wasted by care and emaciation?

7. The earth almost collapsed from your complaint
And mountains nearly crumbled

8. Day and night were transformed until
Dawn seemed about to outrun the morn

9. I saw affairs as greatly disappointing
Does the deeply disappointed remain so little?

10. A lover, not loving, and a friend
The friend shunned by a friend

11. Souls swooned and eyes overflowed
With tears, about to pour forth

12. Religion complained of what you complained of
Minds encompassed by tribulation

13. So when you are well, it is well
And when you are sick, it is sick

14. Then when God relieved you for religion
And its branches and roots grew healthy

15. Winter and staff were glad, and the
Ruler shook his shoulders, the way clear

16. The quakes of East and West calmed
And sorrows left hearts

17. Events settled in which the glory
Of some peoples rose and the abased

18. An oppressor was watched and a fool stopped
And the guardian kept a great shade

19. So congratulations for the health of the shepherd of the kingdom
And the continuous glory of religion

20. Ja'far, his face shows goodness
And each person has evidence of him

21. A king who advises kings and laments
When the lands rage as he rages

22. God suffices you as a helper when
You trust in God, an excellent trustee

23. You are our covenant that God took
From us, His responsibility

24. By you, prayer, fasting and hajj improve
And the glorification and praise of God

25. When you help something, you are helped
Otherwise a defeated loser

26. Whoever's preoccupation is other than pleasing you
I am preoccupied with his preoccupation

27. I complain to you of the hardness of my heart
Why has it not split apart and you are sick?

28. By my father, you made truth mighty
Though few support you

29. My doctrine is clear, my origin Khorasan
And through your glory my glory is continuous