1. Extol the people of virtues and pride
With praise like the gentle morning breeze upon the flower's scent

2. Adorn the structure of this poem in praising them
Like adorning a necklace with the radiance of a smile

3. Articulate clearly in describing praise elegantly
With excellent composition, for eloquence is magic

4. And know that whenever you come with every pearl
You are like the guide sending gems to the sea

5. Filter the gardens of thought from the turbidity of passion
For the clarity of praise is with the clarity of secret

6. Did you not see that from it my senses, limbs and mind with thought scattered
But I escaped from the shackle of its bondage

7. And it was impossible for me to be unfettered from the shackling
And I decided not to hover around it

8. For passion by compulsion enslaves the free
And a blamer came to me blaming me

9. For rejecting it, while she deserves the evil
I said, I have been released from it by praising Abu Bakr

10. The brother of glory, the lion of honor, the son of nobles
The father of virtue, the star and jewel of the age

11. He is the breast whose sources have been purified
Thus the hearts of people became purified by the stream of generosity

12. He is the lord of benefaction, the sweetest spring
From which the heart of glorious ones drink to quench its heat

13. He possesses the supreme ambition - glory serves him
He has the highest honor over the honor of the full moon

14. If he wished to rise to the heavens it would come to him
Swiftly like lightning walking easily

15. By your life, this honor is but a gift
So how can one acquiring pride tire himself

16. And how can one who carried it attain the heights
Or attained it through effort in the days of an abject life

17. For every pride is with the family of Muhammed
And indeed Abu Bakr is from his pure family

18. So in praising him I adorned my poem’s creation
And wasted that jewel in that throat

19. It was as if you adorned an old woman with jewels
And one who mixed refined honey with wine

20. And I know that I increased my sin with the evil
Of gifting this genuine prose with poetry

21. But I hope for forgiveness as I was an offender
It is the quality of the noble to pardon the seeker of forgiveness

22. O my Master to you I raised it fluttering, moaning
Struck with sickness, a child of thought I could not find a suitor for it but you

23. And she came to you rushing, so receive her with welcome
And do not expose her faults, for hiding faults is the trait of the noble one

24. It flowed in the safety of Allah wherever spring clouds gathered
And branches dance when the bright full moon bands together

25. The scent of your praise's perfume has diffused
And the son of Fathallah has been sweetened by that fragrance