1. They said you were truthful, so truth became what they said
Not everyone who claims speech is a speaker

2. This is my poor rhyme, that my eulogy’s extent
After these two, is there solemnity and veneration?

3. In the midst of his robe, I see a light
With it, the misguided find the truth

4. I entered a house, in which his virtues are recited
At its door, people’s hopes are crowded

5. I saw in it a carpet, its weaver is glorious
Upon it, this time’s Farooq walks proudly

6. With a gait between rows of wisdom and piety
God loves it, not lost nor alone

7. Al-Mustafa smiled broadly in his grave
When you aspired to it while it was abandoned

8. So your words were pearls around its essence
Justice composes and success refines

9. Every year, I take refuge in the house of glory
As pilgrims flock to God’s house

10. A blossoming flower, the Imam threw it
It is pampered over its sister in the meadow

11. Praise burst forth from it when you made it joyful
With your acceptance, and through it the speech shone

12. I scattered the composed crowns of kings with it
And the mind started composing your description

13. O he whom the youth are blessed by his rising
Reach your young man, for the situation has narrowed