أمستنقذِي باللطف من قبضة الردى

لئن حثَّني فيكَ الرَّجا فليَ الحق

Save me gently from the grip of ruin

If hope in you has spurred me on, then the right is mine

على يدِ مولانا نشا العمر ثانياً

فلا غَرْوَ أن يُنشا على يدِهِ الرزق

Through our master's hand, life was renewed

No wonder sustenance comes through his hand as well