لِلهِ تُرْبٌ لاَحَ مِثْلَ جِنَانِ

يَزهُو بِنُورِ حُلاه كُلُّ جَنَانِ

To God belongs dust, no garden is like paradise

Every garden is radiant with the light of its beauty

فَإذا نظرْتَ إلى بَدَائِعِ صُنعِهِ

يُغْنيك عن رَوضٍ وَعَن بُستَانِ

So if you look at the wonders of His creation

It will suffice you instead of meadow and garden

أمسىكبيرُ الأنسِ فِي أرجائِهِ

من حولِهِ أضحى بِمَرّ زَمَانِ

In its corners the great comforter at evening

Around him has become bitter with the bounty of time

سَبِقَتْ إليه من المُهَيمِن رَحْمَة

دَارَتْ عَلَى الأجسامِ كالأكْفانِ

Mercy from the Guardian reached him first

It circulated upon bodies like shrouds

قَد أنشأ الباشا عَلِي بنُ مُحَمدِ

حال الحَيَاةِ التُّرْبَ للأبدَانِ

The Pasha Ali bin Muhammad built it

The condition of life made the dust for the bodies forever

مُذْ تَمَّ بعدَ وَفَاتِهِ أرَّخْتُهُ

بِالعِلمِ تُرْبٌ طَابَ وَالقُرْآن

Since after his death I dated it

With knowledge, blessed dust, and the Quran