بَابُ نَدَاكَ الْجَزِيلِ غَيْرُ مَسْدُودِ

وَمَنْ تَيَمَّمَهُ لَيْسَ بِمَطْرُودِ

The door of your abundant generosity is not closed

The door of your abundant generosity is never closed,

And whoever seeks it is not turned away

And whoever seeks it out is never driven away.

وَكَيْفَ يُطْرَدُ مَلْهُوفٌ لَهُ غِلَلٌ

إِلَى مَوَارِدَ عَذْبٍ غَيْرِ مَحْدُودِ

And how can one shackled and yearning be turned away

And how could a distressed soul, consumed by burning thirst, be driven away,

To unlimited springs of fresh water

While drawing near to sweet, boundless watering springs?

بَحْرٌ مِنَ الْفَضْلِ مَرْدُودٌ لَهُ لُجَجٌ

زَرَتْ عَلَى كُلِّ بَحْرٍ غَيْرِ مَوْرُودِ

An ocean of virtue, its high waves surge toward it

A sea of bounty, its surging depths rolling endlessly,

They flowed over every fathomless sea

Surpassing every inaccessible, unvisited sea.

بَحْرٌ طَمَى إِذْ نَمَا إِلَى عَلِيٍّ عَلاَ

عَلَى الأَعَالِي عَلِيِّ بْنِ دَاوُدِ

An ocean swelled when it leaned toward Ali

A sea that swelled as it traced its source to Ali, who ascended

Above all others, Ali son of Dawood

Above the highest summits—Ali ibn Dawud.

إِذْ ذَاكَ يَأْوِي إِلَى رُكْنٍ شَدِيدٍ لَهُ

مِنْ سُؤْدَدٍ بَاهِرٍ كَالْبِيضِ فِي السُّودِ

Then he takes refuge in a sturdy corner of his

Thereupon, he takes refuge in a mighty, unshakable pillar,

Made of shining iron like white amidst black

Of dazzling glory, striking as white against the dark.