1. The fa granted the poor man freedom from his bonds,
The qaf the strength of his grandfather in his journey,

2. The ya finds annihilation in his Lord,
As his Master never leaves his innermost being,

3. The ra the repose of his soul in His nearness,
In union, though never seeing any of His works,

4. So he savors the taste of the mysteries' traits in,
The cage of forms, while secluded in his monastery,

5. There he glimpses the taste of beneficence with,
Unveiling, and extracts its treasure of goodness,

6. There he suckles the breast of morals with which,
The ages have been imbued, and what lay in its folds,

7. This is the poor man of the people, though he is of them,
If they see him, do not turn away from his bridge,

8. For they are the people of generosity and sincerity,
Prostrating at the tables of His gratitude.