1. A shameful greeting knew the deep nights,
Of the virtues and faults of the Prince of the Knowers,

2. My master Abu Ali,
The minaret of righteousness, the torch of glory.

3. O my Master, the people of this age are to you,
Like children to men.

4. Indeed the son of Zakour, his separation from you,
Deprived splendor of its loftiness.

5. And distance after nearness perturbed my passion,
So how agonizing is the farewell after union!

6. My patience was corrupted from bidding you farewell,
So calamity broke out from excessive confusion.

7. My journey the next morning incapacitated me,
With hope of recovering from illness through you.

8. And tomorrow I will depart without a farewell,
Fleeing from its agony, O my agony!

9. If we were given the choice, we would not have parted,
But there is no choice with the nights.

10. Upon you is recounted the case of benevolence,
Until the day of everlasting connection and separation.