سل الركب هل مروا بجرعاء مالك

وهل عاينوا قلباً تركت هنالك

Ask the caravan if they passed by Jur'ā' Mālik

And if they saw a heart I left there

فعهدي به يوم الرحيل عن الحمى

وقد ضاع مني بين تلك المسالك

My covenant with it the day I departed from the sanctuary

And it was lost to me among those roads

وأحسبه ما بين سلع إلى قبا

اقام وإلا فهو ما بين ذلك

I reckon it between Sila' and Qubā'

It stayed or else it is between that

وطوبى له المثوي بتأويل ذوي التقي

ومغني الهدى الساري ومسرى الملائك

Good fortune to it, the abode, by interpretation of the pious

And the guide of guidance flowing and the walk of angels

مواطن من أسري به الله واهتدى

به كل سار في الوجود وسالك

The places where I was taken captive by God and guided

By it every walker in existence and wayfarer

نبي الهدى هادي الورى معدن التقى

مجير البرايا من مهاوي المهالك

The prophet of guidance, guide of creation, essence of piety

Shelter of the wilds from the pitfalls of destruction

وموصلهم جنات عدن غدوا لها

مع الحوار والولدان فوق الأرائك

And their conveyor to the gardens of Eden, they went to it

With the virgins and boys atop the couches

محمد المبعوث للخلق رحمة

وما للناس إلا هالك وابن هالك

Muḥammad sent to creation as a mercy

And people have nothing but perdition and son of perdition

تداركهم منه الهدى فاهتدى الذي

أجاب ندا ذاك الهدى المتدارك

He saved them from it with guidance so he who

Answered the call of that pursuing guidance was guided

وصل الذي ألوي عن الرشد والنوى

بليل من الطغيان اسود حالك

And he who twisted from the right path and intent

By a night of tyranny, gloomy and murky

بمولده ضاء الوجود واشرقت

ربا الأرض بالوجه الأغر المبارك

With his birth the universe lit up and the Lord of the land shone

With the blessed, radiant face

وصدت عن السمع الشياطين وانبرت

إليها رجوم من نجوم شوابك

And the devils were deafened and there shot

At them meteors of flame-kindling comets

وخصته دون الأنبياء جميعهم

خصائص ما فيها له من مشارك

And singled him out above all prophets

With attributes in which he has no partner

به طهر البيت المحرم من أذى

طواف العرايا والنساء العوارك

By him the Sacred House was cleansed of harm

Of the circumambulation of the naked and loose women

وحطت به الأوثان عنه ونزهت

نواحيه عن تلك الدماء الصوائك

And by him the idols were brought down from it and its environs

Were cleansed of those spilled bloody sacrifices

وحجته أقوام أقاموا بشرعه

ونور هداه ماله من مناسك

And people came on pilgrimage to it, living by his law

And the light of his guidance—he has no equal in ritual

يلبون شعثاً محرمين كأنما

أتوا من قبور باللوى فالدكادك

Coming disheveled, consecrated as if they

Had come from graves in the twisting and writhing

عليهم شعار من سكينة دينهم

تعمهم ما بين لاه وناسك

The mantle of the tranquility of their religion is upon them

Enveloping them from peak to bottom

كأنهم في البعث لا فرق فيهم

يرى بين مملوك هناك ومالك

As if in the Resurrection there is no difference among them

One sees between slave and lord there

ولا بين باد جاء يسعى وعاكف

ولا بين أرباب الغنى والصعالك

No difference between a comer going about and a devout

No difference between the rich and the impoverished

تساووا به في قصدهم وتفاضلوا

بإخلاصهم لا بالغنى والممالك

They are equalized through him in their purpose and excel

Through their devotion, not through wealth and kingdoms

ولولاه ما طاب السرى نحو طيبة

ولذا الكرى فوق الذرى والحوارك

Were it not for him, the journey would not be pleasant to Tayba

Nor this sphere above the lowly and the scaffolds

ولا نازعت أيدي الرقاد جفونهم

فمن آخذ منه وآخر تارك

Nor would the hands of the sleepers dispute their eyelids

So who would take from it and who would leave it

ولا أدرعوا ثوب الدجى وتوسدوا

وسائد أيدي عيسهم في المبارك

Nor would they don the garb of darkness and make

The palms of their weak hands pillows in the Blessed one

ولا قلدت أجياد كل تنوقة

فرائد سلك الأدمع المتهالك

Nor would the steeds of every melody

Wear the necklaces of melting tears

ولا هجروا برد الظلال وطيبها

وأنباءها هجر الغواني الفواتك

Nor would they abandon the pleasant, fragrant shade

And news of it—the abandonment of the wild gazelles

ولا قابلوا حر الهواجر واتقوا

بأوجههم من وجهها كل سالك

Nor would they face the heat of the burning sands and protect

Their faces from it, every wayfarer

ولا حمد الساوي صباح مسيره

وذم سنا يوم الفراق المواشك

Nor would the rider praise his morning journey

And blame the evil of the day of impending separation

وما ذاك إلا أنهم طلبوا العلى

فلذ لهم ورد الردى دون ذلك

And that is only because they sought the Sublime

So the flowers of guidance were made sweet to them, not that

ووفوا بلقياه النذور وقبلوا

برؤياه إخفاف المعلي الرواتك

And they fulfilled their vows to meet Him and accepted

Seeing Him relieving the steep ascent

ولولاه ما بيعت وخالقها اشترى

نفوس حماة الدين بين المعارك

Were it not for him, souls would not be sold in obedience to God

And taken in battle amidst the clashes

ولا غفرت في طاعة الله في الوغى

وجوه كرام تحت وقع السنابك

Nor would the faces of honorable heroes be forgiven

Beneath the blows of swords in the cause

ولا اشرفت والنصر تجلى نصاله

حوالي العوالي في الخطواب الحوالك

Nor would the heights shine and his sword's triumph flash

Around the high places amidst the sparkling blades

وقالوا لبيض الهند تدمي ثغورها

هلمي فأنا لم نهب وقع نابك

And they said to the whites of India, "Bleed your borders,

Come, we have not recoiled from your fang."

إلى أن أقاموا الدين وابتسمت بهم

نواجذ أفواه المنايا الضواحك

Until they established the religion, and through them

The grinning mouths of death smiled

والووا وقد أجنهم ثمر المنى

من النصر قضبان السيوف البواتك

They attained the fruits of their purpose from victory

The rods of the penetrating swords

ولولاه لم ندر الضلان من الهدي

وكان لدينا ناسك مثل فاتك

Were it not for him, we would not know misguidance from guidance

And our devotion would be like that of an infidel

عليه سلام الله ما وفدت إلى

زيارته أيدي الهجان الأوارك

Upon him, may God's peace, the hands of the ignorant

Did not come on pilgrimage to visit him

وما رنحت ريح الصبا في ذرى الربا

ملابس من نسج الحيا المتلاحك

Nor did the wind of the breeze blow upon the dust of the shrine

Garments woven by the creeping vermin

وما افتر ثغر النور في نضر الثرى

بمهل أجفان الغوادي السوافك

Nor did the light of day smile in the bloom of earth

With the blinking of the heavy-lidded eyes of the plateau