O you whose described glory has transcended

You are the noble one, and all others are ennobled

The dew of your hands is righteousness and kindness

The rain of bounty from your palms is pouring

And through your generosity we have wealth old and new

The Prophet’s prestige is the dawning-place of every virtue

And his sanctuary is a refuge for the failing sinner

And his sweet, thirst-quenching praise is my watering-way

Others are enamored with praising other than Ahmad

But I am passionately infatuated with his eulogy

There is no end to the beginning of your loftiness, O Ahmad

Nay, nor is there a conclusion to your bounty and glory

You are the one by whom all praises are adorned

I have fashioned the choicest rhymes into verse, which reached

The ears of lovers as dangling ornaments

God raised the status of Tayba through Ahmad’s glory

And through him, the Sacred House became a place of return

My love for him dispels sorrow from me

The carefree one slept, but I slept not from yearning

So for this reason the phantom visitor does not circle

The Best of Creation is our succor and our intercessor

If we call upon him in distress, he is our listener

By his bounty, the drought of time does not terrify us

Ahmad's gifts are abundant, so all of us

Strive toward the Kaaba of his bounty and circumambulate

Who possesses a prestige so great and vast

Like Muhammad, or a protector from his sanctuary?

And for every horror, who besides him is a repeller?

His fingers are overflowing, gathering every virtue

My heart is devoted and consecrated to him

Pure existence was revealed by the essence of his manifestation

And through him, the veils of realization were uncovered

He is the essence of the cosmos, the very eye of its heart

The rays of his light have overwhelmed our gazes

So the eye is averted from perceiving him

His signs have their banners unfurled

And his battles have kindled their embers

So his enemies are dead and their vengeances gone

His expeditions have their raids extended

Forever, while the hand of his enemy is restrained

How often has his right hand released the hand of the shackled

And how much have his hands benefited the noble-born

And through him, every monotheist discerned the right path

The cloud of misguidance is dispelled by Muhammad

So the truth is bright, clear, and revealed

May God my Lord bless him publicly

For he is the one through whom we attained all aspirations

We hope to visit him to attain bliss

Our sins are forgiven when we are embraced

By a sanctuary in Mecca, lofty and noble