1. اسوق جنائبي والركب مضني

    الى متكين للرحب السني

    I drive my led mounts, while the caravan is weary,

    To Matkin, to the noble, spacious abode.

  2. واستلم الوصيد بحر وجهي

    بذاك المشهد العطر الندي

    And press my face against the threshold

    At that fragrant, dew-fresh shrine.

  3. واخشع فيه اعظاما وحبا

    لمولانا الامام ابي علي

    And humble myself there in veneration and love

    For our master, the Imam Abu Ali,

  4. لعز الدين صياد المعاني

    وسلطان الطريق الاحمدي

    For Izz al-Din, the hunter of meanings,

    And sovereign of the Ahmadi path;

  5. سليل السيد الغوث الرفاعي

    امام القوم في نشر وطي

    Scion of the master al-Rifa‘i, the spiritual Helper,

    Imam of the people, in unfolding and folding;

  6. مقبل راحة الهادي جهارا

    وصاحب ذلك الشرف الجلي

    He who openly kissed the Guide’s palm,

    And possessor of that manifest honor.

  7. احاضر روح عز الدين ذخري

    وانشق نفحة العطر الشذي

    I commune with the spirit of Izz al-Din, my treasure,

    And inhale a waft of fragrant perfume.

  8. وحاشا ان يرد رجاء عبد

    توسل بالجناب المهدوي

    And far be it from him to reject the hope of a servant

    Who sought intercession through the Mahdawi presence.

  9. ولي منهم بحمد الله قوم

    سموا بحبوحة المجد العلي

    And among them I have kinsfolk, praise be to God,

    Who rose to the spacious heart of lofty glory.

  10. فسلسلة بها انتظمت جدودي

    ولي عن ولي عن ولي

    A chain, then, in which my forebears were strung:

    Saint from saint from saint.

  11. اذا استخلصت واحدهم تراه

    يلوح بطرز عقد جوهري

    If you single out one of them, you see him

    Shining in the fashion of a jeweled necklace.

  12. كواكب اشرقت بسماء مجد

    الى الزهراء والمولى علي

    Stars that shone in a sky of glory,

    Back to al-Zahra and the master Ali.

  13. تلاحظ مظهري منهم عيون

    بها اندمجت شؤُن الابطحى

    Eyes among them behold my outward form,

    In which the Abtahi’s qualities are enfolded.

  14. وتحرسني يد الباري وفوقي

    ترفرف راية اللطف الخفي

    And the Creator’s hand guards me, while above me

    The banner of hidden grace flutters.

  15. فحاشا ان يسوم الضيم عزي

    وقومي زهر ابناء النبي

    So far be it that oppression should assail my honor,

    While my kin are the flower of the Prophet’s descendants.