To the precious gold of praise in you, I rise,

O you with noble, wide-reaching honor,

And the lightning of praises, their gleam,

Pages with the praise of Muhammad, white for me,

My speeches and verses adorned by him,

The crown of unique beauty he wears,

And for the root of the universe's glory, he plants,

His branches and roots are pure,

The seat of gatherings he occupies,

And for his grandfather, with miracles, he rises,

In the world, nothing but his compassion's embrace,

And mercies that gifted the subtleties of his kindness,

Without him, no companion would yearn for another,

Pure resources flowing from his hand,

The sea of virtues from his hands overflows,

His light encompasses existence, its brilliance exalted,

And his light erased the darkness of night,

No thanks suffice for what his modesty overflows,

His goodness and generosity poured upon us,

Forever overflowing, never diminishing,

His abundance with gifts never ceases,

And his clouds bestow the saving rain,

His speech and book unveiled the complex,

His manners preserved creation,

Exceeding their morals and refining,

He advised creation and delivered the message,

And erased the falsehoods of misguidance,

And protected guidance, breaking the thorn of the oppressor,

Difficult to approach in battle,

And he plunges into its depths,

This is he with whom the mother of cities was honored,

And for him, praise from God was decreed,

So with what else after him do people praise,

I composed praises for the Prophet, falling short,

Even if I extended, for pride is vast,

He who composed and spoke praises of the Prophet,

And reaped their fruits and sheltered in their shade,

He is the one who sought and attained happiness,

I composed them as a virgin, untouched,

In beauty, when displayed to you, they shine,

I liberated their meaning with the mention of Muhammad,

And for their words, I embellished the praise of the master,

Presented to him with acceptance in a scene,

Preserved to be offered in the virtues of Ahmad,

With his praise, the sick finds healing,

With her beauty, her reach extended to beauty,

And her forehead revealed the darkness, shining,

From her, every pen of Sufyan turns away,

Molded with the light of Muhammad, its radiance,

From her, the eye turns back, still fresh,

Peace from me upon him as the breeze blows,

And the branches are moistened and the meadows green,

The purest and best and most fragrant prayers,

God prayed upon him as the breeze blows,

Or the lightning's flash and gleam appeared.