1. This is your tomb, O Abu Galib
Your secret's witness in it, not absent

2. In it your suns shining
In it the clouds of your pouring rain

3. And the fire of your goodness never extinguished
To it comes who hurts seeking relief

4. Until when he meets your soil
The hurt knows itself a liar

5. God has blessed the eye of your visitor
And the visitors of the generous are not disappointed