Praise of the Prophet for his lovers is delectable

And for them, through him, is a refuge if they are made to fear

And by the decree of his guiding religion, it seeks shelter

The Prophet’s religion is an execution of His decree

and through it from Satan we seek refuge

A firm religion, its high station is mighty

A manifest religion, its secret lies in its openness

A protected religion, untainted by any other

A religion of which we read, "God is the guardian of its Remembrance"

should any slip or deviance assail a faith

A straight religion, the origin of divine laws

With his Book, the Prophet was indeed informed

A religion paved by the revelation of the Book

The Prophet's religion; for he is absolved

of every evil, pure and efficacious

Its verses, however often they are repeated

Their splendor increases without hesitation

Through preservation, no falsehood of an atheist can reach it

Its protection endures by the appearance of Ahmad

the best of mankind, whom no irregularity befell

Congratulation is due to every singer and chanter

In praise of a Guide who has guided many a seeker

For his praise becomes sweet through sincere affection

Let me spend in the praise of Muhammad

my life, for praise of him is delectable

Praise whose mark has surpassed all other praises

And upon the bright stars, how its pearls were scattered

And his lover has said: "That is its judgment"

Pearls passing over the tongue, and their taste

is sweet of flavor, as if it were a honeyed confection

Say what you wish in praise of Taha Ahmad

Light of existence, most majestic of guides and guided ones

Indeed, I say, boasting with affection

I have recorded my praise of the Prophet Muhammad

out of love, while my praise of any other is cast aside

The expression of my melody in his love has benefited me

With great bounty, through which I attained my safety

And I sang out, chanting my inward through my outward

I refined the meaning of my panegyric, and there aided me

in the composition a sharp and whetted mind

Indeed, the Prophet—his praise polishes away the rust

He who hopes for him has attained bliss and guidance

His panegyrist remains, through praise, a man of generosity

May his hands continue to pour out bounty, for the dew

is taken from the pouring hand of Ahmad

Taha is the trustee of the Divine Secret

A guide, his guidance is righteous and trustworthy

And the clarification of mankind's praises is his elucidation

My religion in this world—and his religion suffices you—

is that through which, in the Hereafter, the throngs seek refuge