1. O guardian attached to whose noble side
Are the hopes of aspirants hovering,

2. And the choicest fruits plucked from its blessed shade
Are bounty and favor ripening,

3. Your garden has remained perpetually
Amidst wafts of gratitude wandering astray,

4. You have remained a moon whose light
Shines amidst deepening gloom.

5. O patron to whom I first turned in my hour of grief
Poverty and melancholy keeping me company

6. Old age has assailed me with sharp swords
Mercilessly putting me to the sword,

7. I bore it patiently thinking that patience is gainful
But found my affairs ultimately leading me back to you,

8. And I realized that you are a guardian
Under whose care none goes astray.

9. Yet he who resides in my abode
Has retired tonight empty-stomach’d and hungry

10. Lacking a single dirham, yet riches of bounty,
Intercede for Your slave in his trying times, O best of intercessors

11. And turn a deaf ear should unworthy praises of You strike the ears.