1. If I do not behold you before my demise
The culmination of my hopes and epitome of my aspirations

2. Then the beauty of my solace has been thwarted between me and it
And the apple of my eye has not been fulfilled by my vision

3. Your testimonies are safety from the enemies of my thoughts
And your nearness is a fortress from the anticipation of catastrophes

4. So if union is not to be, then grant at least a gesture
O beauty of my gestures, by it, from gestures