1. The heat sufficed me, the place of retreat of clouds
So thanks, then thanks to the Imam

2. Hands that have not ceased increasing
As excellence scattered from order

3. As if its fragrance is the blossom of meadows
Laughing, tearing the veil of wraps

4. As if its talk is the chanting of singers
Casting off the coos of doves

5. I shook my coats for it in comfort
As the drinker thrilled from the wine

6. And I spend the night for its pearls as an old infant
But secure of the consequences of weaning

7. So I am driven from sublime ambition
And promised from gracious bestowal

8. And it comes from a white hand in what
I hope for of peace and receipt

9. Worthy to be generous with all goodness
And favor is a position like the position

10. The ages wary of my hands because I
Overflow with its ardor in a fervent army

11. Is not my complaint without doubt from it
My stars or my teeth or my swords?

12. So if I cast the stars they would show me
Its felicity in attaining hopes

13. And whoever serves the Caliph, the nights
Are its servants to no end

14. The Imam of guidance refused any beginning
Except to end error and conclusion

15. With its rise, every glory appeared
Like the dawn's light dispelling darkness

16. And greatest what you witness it attend
When it handles the greatest responsibilities

17. The enemies submit to it every lowliness
And the monster of treachery, assassin of the sublime

18. It is as if the clan of Abi Hafs are stars
And Yahya the Chosen is the full moon

19. If it forms connections in its place of assembly
Then what are the Pleiades to Lesser Syria

20. And if the collecting of loved ones is entrusted to its closeness
Then what are the two oceans compressed in the struggle

21. Possessions of mortals fall short of it
And promises of generosity are not complete

22. For their souls its pinnacle is passion
And their noses are attached with cords

23. My Lord, excuse the failing of rhymes
To you though the speech excelled

24. And which spilled from your branch in every call
Like the fragrance of perfumed musk unsealed

25. Can you count what excellencies you have
When it has mounted to the clouds' rain?

26. My Lord, complete for me what you have granted me
From tremendous blessings

27. And allow me to intercede, pleased
With your sons with every zealous hero

28. The length of deprivation has shown me naked
And in your generosity is healing for speech

29. And if I adhered to its generosity
The vestiges of hope would be covered in satisfaction

30. Greetings that give good news of wishes
And greetings that show the path for people

31. And you are the son of noble kings, but
Your nature is for the honorable angels