1. The spirits yearn for you forever,
And for you is a morning in the heights and plains,

2. O masters, were it not for them no dawn would have shone
Upon the horizons of virtues for the prosperous morning,

3. No merit except what I saw in your neighborhood,
And upon you is a lamp from its light,

4. The Book spoke of your glory and your merit,
And authentic narrations came with that,

5. And recurring news of your glory flowed,
With which names and mornings bloom,

6. O people whom the heights and lowlands have been honored,
With them in the heights and plains,

7. Who can compete with you, while you are a Qurashi clan
And your renown fragrant?

8. The Sanctuary protects you, and your love
For those who seek and the pardoned is permitted,

9. All merits belong to you,
And by your hands the Opener opens,

10. It suffices you, O People of Taha, pride
That the Most High has composed a poem for you,

11. God has privileged you with the noblest rank,
Inability to compose a robe for you,

12. I do not waver from loving you, though they
Conceal their love or chant it,

13. And when people chant remembering you,
My tongue shouts praise,

14. For you have set up tents of joy
With which spirits and ghosts bloom,

15. And held a wedding illuminated as if
The Age had born from it a shining star,

16. Dated it forever in your era,
The time of your father the prosperous, joys are renewed,

17. Never blame the one who loves you for loving you,
He has no sin in it,

18. You remain the people of virtues and piety,
And with you are guidance and reform,

19. You have been good and your side good, so no wonder
Praise is good and praisers are good!