1. When my aspirations called me to ascend,
To her abode though troubled was my soul,

2. Speaking freely, fearing not the thorns ahead,
I call to Islam and righteous deeds,

3. After establishing the wisdom I established
In the decisive verses’ truthful leads,

4. But I called in an era of awakening
In the ugliest times and moments,

5. How loudly did I cry but when they heard
Alas, for the living who shouts to the dead!

6. No eye that sees the religion of guidance
Squandered, relating but to slumbers,

7. Islam became defeated while they
In negligence, immersed in pleasures,

8. Worldly life distracted them not saddened
By the disgraces to religion occurred,

9. After guidance, God’s houses became
For blond, foreign idols conferred,

10. And Hajj, its time obscured,
After people crowded its stations,

11. Then the righteous were captured and seized,
Virgin girls of tender age ensconced,

12. How many a girl, raised in prosperity
By the noblest fathers and mothers,

13. Knows not adversity from ease, or
What days bring of afflictions and others,

14. Her cheeks covered in shyness,
Veiled by aunts and elder sisters,

15. Walking abreast, tears down her face strolled,
In caravans of the shackled daughters,

16. Her flimsy veil crumpled,
After beauty and veils in chambers watered,

17. If the causes were healed, the women would come
In droves heated and borders cross,

18. Qahtan’s sons would not accept
Oppression or attack by forces,

19. After them came a successor folk, pleased
With their era’s stumbling and slips,

20. Only a duped nation remains
Seeking the worthless and scraps,

21. No advice penetrates them, they don’t
Redress faults or moral lapses,

22. If praised they transgress, if blamed they forget,
Among the greatest moral relapses,

23. When I asked one for victorious help, he said
“I’ve me, my son and wife to appease!”

24. When I gave him good tidings of reward
And said, rise up and roll your sleeves,

25. He said, give me first, unaware
None resent my conduct or misdeeds,

26. How many allies failed my hopes
And breached pacts we made together!

27. God, what an ignoble people! Whoever
Endured a bit of toil they couldn’t weather,

28. I kept calling them, yet their humiliation
Made easy tasks seem difficult endeavors,

29. Until I left them all humiliated
From Ramlah’s edge to Bait’s quarters,

30. My praise of them was ignorance, I now repent
And confess my misjudgment errors,

31. Days have taught me, I never stopped
Being stoic, despite misfortunes overs,

32. Oh fate! No arrow you left
That didn’t strike my heart with fervor

33. You who antagonized all of merit
And chose fools and men of disfavor

34. Judge in truth, did my resolve weaken
In afflictions or cease zeal and fervor?

35. Did I overtly complain or did one
Of wisdom know my secret endeavor?

36. Or are you, oh fate who brings demise, witness
That braving fear is my nature ever?

37. How many dangerous, frightening ambushes
I was resolute to endure whatever,

38. But I was patient beyond the capacity
That my strength’s firmness could sever

39. I am the people of righteousness and piety,
Cure for them but poison to defiant disbeliever,

40. Who dares claim he is a defiant disbeliever
Yet didn’t tremble from my aura ever?

41. So let the envious swell with hatred that I
Feared no state of affairs whatsoever!

42. I strive for God’s sake, not for the fleeting
Fear of poverty like most endeavor,

43. I forced my soul in my youth for Him
With resolute determination forever

44. Oh soul that to God loyalty professed
Hoping to win the Gardens’ favor!

45. Lift not an eye unto the home of doom
For death is coming, judgments deliver,

46. And take action in gaining the sublime
For ladies of luxury are quitters,

47. Whoever doesn’t roll up his sleeves
To God, won’t reach goodness ever,

48. Whoever doesn’t leave worldly pleasures
No pleasures in the Gardens will savor,

49. The immaculate Gardens, their precincts void
If verses can’t aptly flavor,

50. Eyes trembling in their walk
Like branches quivering in fervor,

51. How beautiful are eyes when gleaming
With green reflections on the acres!

52. How beautiful if walking in a troop
Of lads and lovely neighbors,

53. Those lips, if embracing or touching
Or speaking most melodious phrases,

54. The ones I long for, sometimes ardor
Concealed, sometimes kindled and blazes,

55. I hope to meet after meeting the Prophet
Best of creations, the master of masters

56. God bless him, my Lord, for the destiny
Of provisions and livelihood casted!