1. I asked you, my Master, out of my great need
And my good faith in you, O giver of dew

2. I wrote while tears flowed down my cheeks
But the desperate are excused even for transgressions

3. Your generous fingers dispense their bounty
We always come to you, bowing and prostrating

4. And you, O Sa'eed son of Sultan, will live forever
While the people of the land would sacrifice themselves for you