1. A beggar stands at the door of the Sultan of Sultans,
A human among jinn, hoping for his grace.

2. He complains of hardship to the Exalted One.
Far be it! Far be it that his plea be denied!

3. The rain is but a droplet of His generosity,
In His era, even the destitute became His children.

4. The lion in the thicket is but prey
For Him, if it dares approach and seeks a fight.

5. O King of Kings,
He has come to Your vast court and pitched his tents,

6. Calling on You, Dhikra'il, in difficulty, trusting
In ease without asking, to free his mind.

7. By Allah, accept his hope!
By the Highest Council, join his ties!

8. Save him from the schemes of his fellow men
And from time's treachery that did not favor him.

9. To You and shows in pleading his state.
Take his hand now that he has made

10. You, trusting in Your goodness, his reliance.
Meet my praise of You with pleasure

11. With a glance of favor that removes estrangement.
Preserve his face from the disgrace of servitude,

12. Through which the deficient claimant attained perfection.