The essence of the Beloved’s perfections is primordial

And unto him over all creation is precedence

And all that is designated by otherness

Is a word through which the Prophet’s praise is upright

reviving effaced meanings while they are decayed

He ordered existence through the bounty of the best supported one

Guided aright by revelation from the Lord of Heaven

In whose speech the greatest aim of praise resides

Were it not for the composition in praise of Muhammad

one would not love the pearl as it is strung

Indeed, poetry has become precious through the praise of Ahmad

Why not, when the Chosen One’s rank is above the assembly?

And with his sandals, he ascended to what has ascended

By night he was journeyed to the Lord of the Sublime

alone, and that—if thou but knew—is momentous

The best of creation is a lofty and singular banner

By his loftiness Adam prevailed while being supported

And to him the pure angels were prostrate

Moses was not granted the vision, while Muhammad

attained His proximity, though Moses was the Interlocutor

On the night of the Ascension, he was ushered in greatness

And crowned with the crown of glory, honored

And everyone in reverence was submitting

When he ascended and saw the wonders in the heavens

Paradise and Hellfire were displayed before him

For glory is the soil of his height, and he is the master

Above the heights—nay, he is the goal of the heights

And his forehead, to which the crescents prostrate

Muhammad has ascended in rank and attained

what his heart had hoped for and desired

He achieved the objectives from the start of his journey

When Gabriel walked beneath his stirrup

And by what he beheld of his Lord in His proximity

There shone upon him on the morn of his return

and appeared openly, radiance and bliss

And upon him is the splendor from the sun of Prophethood

And his station is free from every bond

So through his mention, the cup of praise is clarified

For Muhammad, the description of perfection is realized

and his mention among the Messengers is primordial

What business has the critic with love and its devotee?

In the splendor of wondrous beauty and its core

Does he seek my consolation through the veneer of his blame?

To the critic I am not listening regarding his love

so for how long will my blamer persist and reproach?

O my blamer, if you are not to be my excuser

Concerning the appearance of the radiant, brilliant beauty

Then know that from the depths of my secrets

The meteors have breaths watching over my heart

if he seeks to eavesdrop, then tears are a throng

I am sleepless, not knowing the taste of slumber

In the love of him who adorned perfection and brought light

I love the passion for him and the rebuke of people

If by his name I were called from the furthest earth

as one dead, I would surely rise from the dust