1. O my master, master of the masses, masses
They are the stars of the world in every time

2. Does your tolerant ear listen
To the oppressed when he calls you in misery, not oppressed

3. Yes, by Him whose hands the exalted have written for you
In the scroll of glory, which is the best inscription

4. And what the gentle east wind told us
Of your pride’s esteem, of musk and camphor

5. I seek refuge in my love, my love for your virtues
Lest I become a lover neglected and abandoned