1. The people of passion are the living ones,
And to their people they are the martyrs.

2. Everything is nothing to me except them,
For they are for a people with no peers.

3. They deemed passion beautiful, so they saw it
As some of the signs that adorn and delight.

4. So it is bliss and a great kingdom for them,
And through it they attained self-sufficiency.

5. And so is poetry nothing but eloquence
Sculpted by minds of inspired poets.

6. Its beginning is remembrance and homesickness,
Ghazals, love songs, plains and deserts.

7. So it has a refined style and virgin meaning,
Articulate in wording, kindled by fervor.

8. Never did ears encounter meaning faster
Than the expanse of ideas flowing in it evenly.

9. Molded without straining the mind,
Such are the poets, glory to them!

10. Theirs are praise, lineage - and from them
Flows generosity, commendation and munificence.

11. And if I say some are eloquent
And excellent poets, men of refinement,

12. I mean the select ones among them
The valiant, devout, and eloquent.

13. Especially if the poetry of some gleams
With the wine of love, passion and amorousness.

14. May God protect their time, I do not see it
Except noble or brilliant.

15. Or soft beds, or illuminated lamps,
Swaying with the breeze, or blood-red.

16. Or slumbering beauties walking at night,
And doe-eyed ones sitting atop the dunes.

17. O does, O my loved ones, wait,
Let there be from you attentive listening.

18. The deadly glances from you have stricken
A lethal blow that clarified for us their potency.

19. O people of passion, you chose nothing but it,
And your sickness is passion and torment.

20. And as if the tears from you are on loan,
Unceasing stabs that have no match.

21. And when lineage ends like this,
Divest for the purpose, which is praise.

22. And a teardrop from the dew of the Imam of humankind,
Our Shaykh, the ocean, the generous giver.

23. A deadly blow to the enemies that showers them
With misery and calamity.

24. Mercy and wrath, a plant whose harvest
He takes from his Exalted Lord whatever he wills.

25. The peak of superiority, the height of ascent,
You are in it, and for that there is no ascent.

26. And the end of possibilities, the unmatched,
The magnificent, from your ascent is the beginning.

27. Stories of your pride cannot be grasped,
The poets have failed to comprehend them.

28. Except for you everything else is blessings,
And they are obligations, so assume them.

29. Supporting them in the constellations of victory
Is the abundance of glory, wearer of the necklace.

30. An ocean of unseen mystery, overflowing light,
Illuminating light, from which radiance spreads.

31. The source of dignities, the fresh sweet spring,
Breasts and from it comes drawing.

32. He is the pole, the unique collector, conclusively,
Where are the righteous and the elite from him?

33. Where are the pegs while they transcended,
Where are the replacements and the noble ones from him?

34. His position sufficed and fulfilled him
Where he ascended, He to whom belongs greatness.

35. Recipients of divine aid, as for the state from Him,
Honestly, what the prophets say.

36. He is rain that never depletes, whose downpour, even if
Flooded by the plateau and wilderness,

37. Would turn their west to east in floods,
He is the most God-fearing above all except Him,

38. Where are ascetics and the devout from him?
He does not get angry except for God,

39. And similarly if pleased, it is to seek His approval.
For blessings that always flow like

40. The loftiness that the stars in the sky perpetuate.
And tested without ever combining

41. Speech and connection and seeing. *
He attained above the heavens a position

42. So the envious wicked one remains in the earth humiliated
Mercy of the worlds since he appeared

43. And wrath to the enemies, evil and misery.
Interpreter of the Qur’an, his Uthman, but he

44. Is loftier than what reciters can reach.
And the authentic narrations, but he regarding them

45. Is the arbitrator, if not, then above that is ascent.
And principles that scholars strove for,

46. Where are jurists and legal experts from him?
Where is he in eloquence compared to judging

47. Where are Ghiyath and orators from him?
The most eloquent of the inarticulate, his presence brings clarity

48. As does his absence silence the eloquent.
If Amr saw him in grammar, he would cover himself

49. I wish I knew what the grammarians would do!
And if Khalil saw him, he would conceal

50. The meters from his mind forget the feet.
Or if Sa’d al-Bayan saw him, he would hide

51. From him, concealing news and expression.
But he is unmatched in all knowledge,

52. And to each specialist is an introduction.
Each science says, none but me

53. Has a share of it, so knowledge from him is equivalent.
He is a sea of knowledge, how can scholars

54. Contain his knowledge?
The most generous of the generous, a vast ocean,

55. Where are the generous and benevolent from him?
The wisest of the wise, a sun that shone,

56. Whose reaching the wise fell short of.
The most forbearing of people, like mountains in steadfastness,

57. Where are the tall peaks and sages from him?
So by the fire of anger when it passes

58. Its froth turns to ice in winter and hail.
And if he angrily marched through seas

59. Their west would cling to him in floods.
He is the most God-fearing above all except Him

60. Where are asceticism and the devout from him?
When peaceful, breezes blow as messengers,

61. And when wicked, there is whistling and affliction.
Which fiery furnace, I wonder, is more intense -

62. Its fire to the towns or heated battles?
Lord of the blazing, surging conflagration

63. Amidst darkness, gloomy, murky.
It filled every creek with drizzling

64. Blood, its remnants the corpses and carrion.
The hissing of arms darkened the sky at noon

65. And its darkness illuminated the meteors.
Lightning bolts of bullets reciting thunder,

66. And the mountains melt from it into sleet.
And the snoring of the stalwarts blowing fire,

67. And grim faces of ferocious warriors.
And the hissing of swords harvesting

68. Fragments of armor and links of mail.
You see him as a towering mountain,

69. With pure and brilliant forehead.
Raiding with courage, charging lion,

70. A troop singular and fierce host, raging wildly.
He risks his life to the swords so they become

71. To him just yellow cowards.
He ridicules its spears and grins at its horsemen,

72. While grief and crying is upon his enemy.
None but the lightest touch as if

73. No fiery furnace or heated battle touched him.
I wonder which are sharper with him -

74. The pens, the swords or the opinions?
God formed him a sun whose light dawned,

75. The masterpiece of creation, the path made clear.
You are a sun, and none denies the sun’s light

76. Except a blind, ignorant fool.
Perfect heir of his grandfather, following him,

77. While the meritorious fell short of his position.
Leave aside, forsake others, and discard except

78. And exclude - no need for such exceptions!
Tell the one who praises glories excessively

79. From long ago things were not equal.
Tremendous, enormous, and unlike

80. The Throne, All-Seeing, or the Heavens.
So whether called a wresting arena or stars

81. You are the glorious, you are the brilliance.
Or called eyes, you are their sight, or

82. Called hearts, you are the heart and entrails.
And if called a necklace of pearls,

83. You are like the priceless indestructible pearl.
Or called seals, you are the essence of the engraving,

84. Or called lands, you are Mecca, land of lava fields.
Or called the fragrance when it diffuses aroma,

85. You are musk, and from it the scent.
Or like Moses’ staff, verily you

86. Are it, and the White Hand.
Or called the river or the rising sun - pride,

87. You are the light, you are the brilliance.
And if called amongst them there is sunrise

88. In its loftiness, none can be his partner.
I said, grazing land, Sa'dan has no likeness,

89. Nor water, echo has no equal.
And the Prophet, majestic is his merit - a human,

90. The meritorious never matched his merit.
Your slightest position is lofty glory,

91. So what more do the sublime want from you?
Like Kisra, where people counted merits,

92. And the mighty boasted of its greatness.
Your praise cannot be counted, no praiser could

93. Even if his praise of you is exaggeration.
No bottom to the depths of the seas, no limit

94. To your sublimity in the heights can be determined.
How can angels be counted, or plants enumerated?

95. How can pebbles and gravel be counted?
Singular string, it is unlike paired,

96. I said strangely, can the unicorn be found?
A sea, and the praisers are deluges -

97. Can deluges move the surging seas?
In the constellations of perfection he settled, overflowing with grace

98. Which shed its light upon people.
No flaws in him, and forbid

99. Except praise of him, which cannot be shunned.
No glorious merit eluded him

100. Except a letter alphabets do not contain.
Oasis of glory, O coziness of orphans,

101. O keys to opening, O giver!
O banner of the poles, O you whose banner

102. They flutter over, uniquely superb is your banner.
O scions of merit, O highest of highs,

103. O lamp, O man of wisdom!
May you remain happy, exalted over every Sa’d (happy one),

104. For you the disobedient and the mighty are ardent lovers.
Delight in good - its freshness in vigor -

105. Is the garden, nothing but joy.
And birds of joy sing glad tidings

106. And its vines are heights and vines.
Vexing the envious - victory and honor -

107. And loftiness, subduing enemies.
In happiness as long as happiness lasts,

108. And eternity as long as eternity lasts.
The month of fasting came with good news

109. And joy that radiates splendor.
You prepare in it vigils at night -

110. No sleep or heedlessness for you.
Your power within it - praise and remembrance constantly -

111. And supplication at times and prayer.
However, the months - the month of fasting -

112. For you and the years through it are splendor.
Adorned with the ornaments of the great.

113. Except I must have a reward
And the Prophet, your grandfather, with it emulated.

114. Where he gave Hinida to her people
And to this day reward for eulogy.

115. And my reward is delving into the oceans of the unseen,
And ascending where ascent remains.

116. I drink the nectar, observing the blending blended,
And illumination manifests from the cups of purity.

117. And when the wine from which
Moses fell unconscious, its arrogance humbled.

118. Neither objects nor gerunds except
What molds verbs and nouns.

119. Then I perish in witnessing the essence until
Annihilation, extinction and subsistence become clear.

120. I witness the Truth - it is the Truth, certainly -
It is the Truth, there is no barrier.

121. And prayers for Tahir without end, for
In the realm of heights, there is no limit for him.