1. This mosque and the palm trees,
How good is their shaded shade.

2. And this is a good land that appeared,
So guide us, O guide.

3. Do you not see the horses lively,
As if about to flow in their walk?

4. Swaying beneath us comfortably,
While we above them sway.

5. So stop, and do not tire the steeds,
The journey is over and departure done.

6. And descend, fear no hardship,
For here the guest is honored.

7. And here wishes are attained,
And here anguish is quenched.

8. Ask the path of roses in it,
For its drink is sweet Salsabeel.

9. A holy abode, to which ascends,
Gabriel from the heavens.

10. And say the prayer of God you see,
Upon you, O Messenger.

11. O best of those who tied the steeds,
And of those who carried burdens.

12. You whose glory is majestic,
Whose generosity is abundant.

13. A servant calls You imploring,
So does he have acceptance when calling?

14. His heart wounded with sorrow,
And his body ill with gloom.

15. The turns of fate have ravaged him,
And his good patience betrayed him.

16. He woke up in India lonesome,
No tribe or clan.

17. He has no protector in the land,
And none of them are guarantors.

18. And You know best what he endures,
So detailing his state is prolonged.

19. Take my hand, O soul's ransom,
For my beautiful patience is worn out.

20. And my distance from You against will grew long,
So is there a way to Your nearness?

21. Bring me close and save me,
From the foreign land's heavy burden.

22. For I have wished for closeness,
And wishing for good never fails.

23. When will I see, I wonder,
My feet heading delightedly to Taybah?

24. So my weary heart heals,
And my thin body gains weight.

25. And kinship becomes gathered,
And nearness replaces our distance.

26. I beseech You, O best of creations,
And beseeching You is not impossible.

27. That You grant today every request,
Though my fate is stingy.

28. Blessings upon You, O one who,
With his generosity the burdensome gain drink.

29. And family and companions best family,
Their beauty in the world is glorious.

30. As long as the leaves rustled in gardens,
And prose rhymed and cooed.