1. My Master, my tearful prayers have come to you,
And the clouds of your generosity rain blessings.

2. The dew of your right hand is more generous than Hatem,
Overflowing with gifts and abundant favor.

3. O ocean of generosity and giving,
None can match your excellence, not even Yahya or Ja'far.

4. So permit this servant to receive your gifts for ages,
For my tongue falls short in thanking and praising you.

5. The book of your glory has pages that will never close,
Your story of generosity will always spread.

6. You remain protected and esteemed,
The age shines and blossoms with your sight.

7. No scent of musk is ever lost on the breeze,
But comes to you, perfumed and ambergris-laden.