1. O my soul's cure, o my heart's relief
From its sickness, when the day comes

2. That each soul meets its imam,
And the world's destiny on that day,

3. And the son of its worries -
And He who grants me, God Most High,

4. the pleasure of its permanence,
Receive this from your lasting servant

5. Who preserves its principles,
A rosary that attained through beauty

6. The Most Exalted of its arrows,
And prayer, O best of creatures,

7. To the utmost of its hopes,
And remain as long as the doves

8. Cooed melodiously on the lute.