1. O Abul Muzaffar, I have gained no blessing
Except finding you opening its door for me

2. And to you I complete a story, not a biography
With the tails of your kindness its causes cling

3. So relieve the straitness of distress from its relief
For at the great Shaykh it destroyed its youth

4. I destroyed its intensity, and the splendor did not betray
Its peers, never! Nor its companions

5. And for long it concealed the ugliness of my clothes
Before time tore its veils

6. And it started holding assemblies in service to me
Making through it slaves as lords for me

7. So gain my praise promptly and its praise
And profit my deferred reward and its reward

8. And make for it a replacement, your kindness precedes
Confirming it and actualizing its syntax