سألتُ ربي ورب الناس كلِّهُمُ

تَضرُّعاً واليه يصعدُ الكَلمُ

I asked my Lord, the Lord of all people

With pleading, and to Him words rise

أن يصرف السوء عن حوباءِ محتمل

أوْقَ المكارمِ تحلو عندهُ النِّعمُ

That He may turn harm away from the enduring beloved

The virtuous, with Him bounties are sweet

وأنْ يُعيذَ بهاء الدين من وصبٍ

يعتلُّ منه العُلى والمجدُ والكرمُ

And that He may protect Bahauddin from adversity

That makes the eminent and glory and generosity falter

يفِرُّ عن جاره في كل نازلةٍ

وضيْفهِ القاتلانِ الجورُوالعدمُ

He flees from his neighbor in every calamity

And his guest, oppression and nonexistence are killers

بيتُ المناقبِ لا حلَّتْ بساحتهِ

كريهةٌ ما استمرَّ الصبُّح والظلَم

The home of virtues, no disgrace entered its yard

As long as the dawn and darkness continued