1. I asked my Lord, the Lord of all people
With pleading, and to Him words rise

2. That He may turn harm away from the enduring beloved
The virtuous, with Him bounties are sweet

3. And that He may protect Bahauddin from adversity
That makes the eminent and glory and generosity falter

4. He flees from his neighbor in every calamity
And his guest, oppression and nonexistence are killers

5. The home of virtues, no disgrace entered its yard
As long as the dawn and darkness continued