1. The signs of Your glory have no change
And the height of Your worth has no access

2. Your attributes transcended every past generation
So what of this generation?!

3. Actions have testified to You of the grace that
All people other than You are intruding upon

4. People were amazed by every glory You took possession of
Which likening and representations does not contain

5. An army has gained might with You as one of its commanders
And affairs of regions end up to You

6. No determination departs from You if an affliction intensifies
A day in which it recoils, nor do assumptions fail

7. You held back the course of fate after its audacity
So it is as though it is a chained rebel

8. Goodness is attributed to You without a disputant
And good-doers, as You know, are few

9. A hopeful seeks no means to You
Except hope, and that You are the Expectation

10. It suffices a person who has succeeded with a promise from You
For when You promise, then You are the Fulfiller

11. O You whose mention amongst people ongoing
Like the sun whose light emerges and revolves

12. And ready gifts ongoing
No journey nor departure ends for them

13. And traits like a garden its breeze blew gently
So its hem flowed and its train was wet

14. And a recitation that illuminates darkness with its lights
Adorned with arrangement and measured tone

15. And when he assumed devotion in the darkness, his self-sufficiency
Is from the light of the radiance of his face as a lantern

16. The subtleties of his righteousness have filled his times
So his era from other than it is busied

17. This is the ultimate which none pretend to have
Alas! Not all men are heroes

18. His days cloaked times with beauties
As though for him they are precious jewels

19. The market of every virtue spent away with him
And virtue in this age is excess

20. From a folk, best of creation are they
Branches blossomed from them and roots

21. Whoever receives from them receives most glorious nobility
Forever undulating against enemies and everlasting

22. Same are his supporters, and his modernity, and his quenching, and his sword polished in a stand
In it the sword's blade bends while the scabbard tilts

23. O You Who when good begins restores it
So Your goodness is linked by Your goodness

24. O my Master, supplication of one who prolonged estrangement from You
And verily unto Your estrangement, he is reaching out indeed

25. A slave owned prays to You having bored of him
It is I, that slave owned, and that slave given

26. Be however You wish for You are the Most Agreeable
So my passion for You undergoes no change

27. I am who You have known and I do not increase for You a witness
Is there after Your knowledge any acceptable witness?

28. I blame myself for an era I severed with You
And as though I am a resident of the two (life and death) realms

29. And as though the predawn hours from it are ambergris
And as though the evenings from it are aromatic plants

30. An era in which cries of grief for its loss are few
Even if my tears were the Tigris River and the Nile!

31. And when I attributed with my service to You as preceded
Then it is to me an elevated status and tribe

32. Events recoil to mention to me and as though below me a spear and pincer
This is the discipline I cultivated

33. So its blossoming garden left to waste quaked from it
The garden I gained virtue from blossoming

34. And I abandoned it until desolation overcame it
I left it thirsty when You were aloof and oft

35. I quenched it from the deluge of Your hands
Imposing upon You when You dismissed it

36. So good is the imposition in Your love
I suspended it when You turned from it

37. And deviation is not from my doctrine
And I congratulated an occasion lasting as long as Your Eid returned

38. And unto it from You is might and acceptance
You remained the Glory of the religion, a thousand substitutes like it

39. And Your Excellent and Expectant Self
The garments of every eulogy are too short for You

40. And their trains over others are lengthening
Know that I am incapable of Your attributes

41. And pardon me and whatever he can recite
I am one who blames misers, yet lo upon You I am miserly

42. This is the jewel from whose sea
You ceaselessly bestow upon us and serve