1. Ask the caravan if they passed by Jur'ā' Mālik
And if they saw a heart I left there

2. My covenant with it the day I departed from the sanctuary
And it was lost to me among those roads

3. I reckon it between Sila' and Qubā'
It stayed or else it is between that

4. Good fortune to it, the abode, by interpretation of the pious
And the guide of guidance flowing and the walk of angels

5. The places where I was taken captive by God and guided
By it every walker in existence and wayfarer

6. The prophet of guidance, guide of creation, essence of piety
Shelter of the wilds from the pitfalls of destruction

7. And their conveyor to the gardens of Eden, they went to it
With the virgins and boys atop the couches

8. Muḥammad sent to creation as a mercy
And people have nothing but perdition and son of perdition

9. He saved them from it with guidance so he who
Answered the call of that pursuing guidance was guided

10. And he who twisted from the right path and intent
By a night of tyranny, gloomy and murky

11. With his birth the universe lit up and the Lord of the land shone
With the blessed, radiant face

12. And the devils were deafened and there shot
At them meteors of flame-kindling comets

13. And singled him out above all prophets
With attributes in which he has no partner

14. By him the Sacred House was cleansed of harm
Of the circumambulation of the naked and loose women

15. And by him the idols were brought down from it and its environs
Were cleansed of those spilled bloody sacrifices

16. And people came on pilgrimage to it, living by his law
And the light of his guidance—he has no equal in ritual

17. Coming disheveled, consecrated as if they
Had come from graves in the twisting and writhing

18. The mantle of the tranquility of their religion is upon them
Enveloping them from peak to bottom

19. As if in the Resurrection there is no difference among them
One sees between slave and lord there

20. No difference between a comer going about and a devout
No difference between the rich and the impoverished

21. They are equalized through him in their purpose and excel
Through their devotion, not through wealth and kingdoms

22. Were it not for him, the journey would not be pleasant to Tayba
Nor this sphere above the lowly and the scaffolds

23. Nor would the hands of the sleepers dispute their eyelids
So who would take from it and who would leave it

24. Nor would they don the garb of darkness and make
The palms of their weak hands pillows in the Blessed one

25. Nor would the steeds of every melody
Wear the necklaces of melting tears

26. Nor would they abandon the pleasant, fragrant shade
And news of it—the abandonment of the wild gazelles

27. Nor would they face the heat of the burning sands and protect
Their faces from it, every wayfarer

28. Nor would the rider praise his morning journey
And blame the evil of the day of impending separation

29. And that is only because they sought the Sublime
So the flowers of guidance were made sweet to them, not that

30. And they fulfilled their vows to meet Him and accepted
Seeing Him relieving the steep ascent

31. Were it not for him, souls would not be sold in obedience to God
And taken in battle amidst the clashes

32. Nor would the faces of honorable heroes be forgiven
Beneath the blows of swords in the cause

33. Nor would the heights shine and his sword's triumph flash
Around the high places amidst the sparkling blades

34. And they said to the whites of India, "Bleed your borders,
Come, we have not recoiled from your fang."

35. Until they established the religion, and through them
The grinning mouths of death smiled

36. They attained the fruits of their purpose from victory
The rods of the penetrating swords

37. Were it not for him, we would not know misguidance from guidance
And our devotion would be like that of an infidel

38. Upon him, may God's peace, the hands of the ignorant
Did not come on pilgrimage to visit him

39. Nor did the wind of the breeze blow upon the dust of the shrine
Garments woven by the creeping vermin

40. Nor did the light of day smile in the bloom of earth
With the blinking of the heavy-lidded eyes of the plateau