1. O master of messengers, I am
Of the tribe of family and kinsfolk

2. To you I complain of a father and mother
From a master who boasts of the elite

3. Ignorance has cast me with the misguided
And increased my misguidance, blind of insight

4. And God knows the extent of my
Horror on a day that tried the conscience

5. And wherever, o grandfather, say sincerity
While the soul was once capricious

6. And the narrative about you has passed
Our eyes were tearful from it

7. Its meaning, your children altogether
Sons of your radiant lineage

8. Their benevolence returns to them
And if they did evil, no wickedness

9. So be my intercessor and guarantor
The truth of your enlightening tidings

10. For your eminent position is hoped for
And I have no other store