هبَّ نَشرُ العَرارِ من مِتْكينِ

مُذْكِياً لوعَةَ الفُؤادِ الحَزينِ

The fragrance of incense spread from Mitkin,

Igniting the sorrow in my grieving heart,

وأَعادَ الصَّبا شَذاها زَكِيًّا

من رِحابِ الصَّيَّادِ عزِّ الدِّينِ

And the morning breeze renewed its purity

From the open plains of the mighty hunter.

نَشَرَ المِسكَ من نَوافِجِ طَيٍّ

أحْكَمَتْهُ حَقائقُ التَّمكينِ

It spread the musk from the flasks of Tayy

Secured by the realities of perfection.

وأهاجَ القُلوبَ منهُ شَميمٌ

هزَّ باللُّطْفِ كلَّ عَزْمٍ مَتينِ

And a breeze from it stirred the hearts

Shaking all firm resolve with kindness.

يا حُداةَ الجِمالِ مِتْكينُ لاحَتْ

ما وُقوفُ الحادي على تِبْرينِ

O you, beauty of Mitkin, it has appeared

As the standing of the lovesick at Tibreen.

أَسمِعونا مَدائحَ ابنِ الرِّفاعِيِّ

شِبْلِ أَهلِ الكِساءِ ليثِ العَرينِ

Let us hear the praise poems of Ibn Rifa'i

The lion of the cave, grandson of the People of the Cloak.

لَوْحُ سِرِّ الحَقائقِ المُتَدلِّي

من ضَميرِ الغَيْبِ المَصونِ الأَمينِ

The tablet of the secrets of realities

Flowing from the protected, trustworthy unseen.

سِبْطُ شيخِ العَرْجاءِ روحِ المَعاني

في بني المُرْتَضى نُجومِ اليَقينِ

Grandson of the Sheikh of Arajaa, spirit of meanings

Among the children of Al-Murtada, stars of certainty.

الإمامُ السَّجَّادُ من عِتْرَةِ السَّ

جَّادِ زينِ العُبَّادِ رحبِ اليَمينِ

Imam As-Sajjad from the family of generosity

Adornment of worshippers, vast right hand.

قُطْبُ أهلِ الوَحا وغوثُ البَرايا

شامِخُ العزمِ ذو الفَخارِ الرَّصينِ

Pole of the people of love and help of mankind

Firm of resolve, of honorable determination.

ليتَ شِعْري وأينَ علَّ وليتَ

من زَمانٍ بما أُحِبُّ ضَنينِ

Would that I knew, where is Ali? Would that

Someone were with me whom I love and confide in.

أَأُوافي مِتْكينَ والعُمرُ وافٍ

ويَهيجُ الرُّكبانَ صوتُ حَنينِي

Shall I meet Mitkin while my life is fleeting?

And the departing caravans stir my longing.

وبِلَثْمِ القِيعانِ من ذلك الرُّحْ

بِ أَرى بردَ لهفَتي وأَنينِي

With a kiss of the meadows there, I would see

Alleviation of my passion and my moaning.

يا مَوالِيَّ والزَّمانُ خَؤونٌ

أَسعِفوني فالعزمُ غيرُ مُعينِ

O my masters, and the times are dejected,

Help me, for resolve is not reinforced.

واقْبَلوني وتَوِّجوني بصَفْحٍ

فهَواكُمْ يا سادَةَ الحَيِّ دِيني

And accept me and crown me with forgiveness,

For your love, O masters of the true faith, is my religion.