1. My heart cares not for glances though they torment and consume,
While to the eye what wearies the heart and makes it faint.

2. I was not one whose love exhausted his heart,
But who knows the ways your charm makes one fall in love.

3. I was not one whose gaze was pierced by the arrow of your glance,
To swoon for that, but to watch you is more wondrous.

4. It struck all hearts yet it
Sprinkled them with nobility before it left.

5. I left people captives of your love, but I
Am your captive in the field of your excellence, free.

6. With you, you stole gentleness from nature,
So you have the right to be tender and to emancipate.

7. I attracted their hearts with these meanings,
And my addiction, by God, is that elegance.

8. Speech, when you utter it among a gathering,
Becomes from you like moist pearls, well-arranged.

9. Upon it is the divine light's touch
That almost glitters at its edges.

10. The fountains of wit and the springs of wisdom
Shade the garden of knowledge pouring.

11. The branch of eloquence spends the night thriving
And ascending the growth of rhetoric, climbing.

12. Greetings to the face of the Imam Muhammad,
Revived by it the water of life murmuring.

13. And to God belong the pearls of the sea, the pearls of Muhammad,
From it, branches of knowledge spread out.

14. And his sublime morals, if I wished to describe them
And if I did not, they would inspire and make me speak.

15. An Imam winning in the qualities of intellect and scripture,
Preceding the goals of a fulfilled wise man.

16. If he rose in the arena of virtue, its environs would shorten
Before the extent of his splendor racing ahead.

17. The preacher of the world with truth for truth manifesting,
A supporter and for falsehood, declining and perishing, an adversary.

18. When he stood above the pulpits, judging,
What misguidance then does not erase and obliterate?

19. The world sways upon hearing his sermon
And is amazed that the wooden poles do not sprout leaves.

20. When he stood for the pure Hanafi rite arguing,
And for thought a refuge not torn apart.

21. He has the famed pen that sheds its ink
With blades, when unsheathed, unsheathing.

22. The wonders of my Master are in Muhammad His servant,
And your Lord gives what He wills and sustains.

23. Is there, my Master, any virtue in this world
Except that you are most befitting of it?

24. And in hope that, in fulfilling an obligation,
My heart alongside it ceases to pulsate.

25. If one like me obtained a word from your speech
Honoring him, then he is fortunate, successful.