1. My life is long, yet never do I see
Reunion drawing near, or coming close to me.

2. I yearn for that far valley and its shade
Like Jacob grieving for all he mislaid.

3. My spirit meets there her final abode -
A phantom seeking in that high haunt to bide.

4. I cry unto it with a heart rent by love,
While desire's legions within me collide.

5. When they recall a place in that exalted land
Restless fancies through my being glide.

6. I wept, and if tears could bring success to men,
I'd weep, but weeping is a futile guide.

7. My patience fails, my cares are never done,
As long as the Lord's arm is stretched out wide.

8. Son of the Imams, the Muslim's pride,
His truth has never failed, or been denied.

9. When he joins battle on the day of strife
His sword stays fixed in the saddle, weapon tried.

10. He is the Prince famed in every raid and fight
As high Ula cries for help, terrified.

11. For Azd's sons he won the highest ranks
While enemies confronted him, horrified.

12. With a sword that seems to o'erstep death's bounds,
A will bequeathed from sires magnified.

13. The foe meets him with awe and fear combined,
Then flees like frightened dogs, terrified.

14. By his might, the forts of Deedar now lack
Defenders, while estates are occupied.

15. No glory's won but by such deeds as he has done;
No pride endures save his, far-spread and wide.

16. My master's blood was shed to keep faith sure,
Vanquish in grief all who our love deride!