Through Muhammad, the worth of praise is exalted

And poetry concerning him is, for eloquence, wondrous

And by him, the embellishment and ornamentation flourish

Praises of the Prophet have appeared and spread

so listen to them, for the Prophet is all-hearing

Praises of the best of creation have branched from him

For in him all noble qualities have gathered

By his loftiness my verses became pure and elevated

They grew elegant through the Prophet’s attributes and excelled

for discourse regarding the Prophet is marvelous

His praises have guided us to our happiness

And the elite of the devoted have narrated their arrival

The radiance of divine pleasure granted acceptance to those who seek them

We continued to chant their recitation among us

in the encampment, as the fragrant musk diffuses

The ranks of enemies were dispersed by the Beloved

And for him, the full moons of miracles shone brightly

They erased the darkness of foes when they dawned

The shadows of misguidance were torn asunder by the Prophet

and the dawn of his guidance broke, radiant and gleaming

Through the praise of Taha, our drink has become sweet

And by spreading his remembrance, our afflictions were dispelled

And visiting the garden of Tayba is our ultimate quest

Our hearts have thirsted for the Prophet’s tomb

for in every heart is a burning thirst and a longing

We turned toward him with the heat of burning resolve

And an inner state of ecstasy linked with tender passion

And the eloquence of our yearnings begins to pour forth

Our mounts journeyed toward him while we, in

the saddles, were bowing and prostrating in longing

Would that I knew! Will my heart ever attain

What it hopes for, while the full moon of my intimacy rises?

For the Beloved’s guidance is a refutation of all deviance

The Prophet’s shadow is ample over all of creation

and his station is a vast and spacious courtyard

Indeed, I am a servant whose every deed is evil

The status of the Prophet Muhammad is my sanctuary

And his praise is a deliverance from all that I fear

My opinion of him is good, yet I am a man

safe yet trembling due to the greatness of my sin

My poetry in the Beloved's praises is perfected

And by his mention, the pearls of speech are arrayed

And his high standing is my aim for the erasure of my sin

My back is weighed down by my lapse, yet Muhammad

is the best of creation, an intercessor for all people

I shall continue to strive in praise and take great care

And for its precious pearls, I preserve and possess

To me belongs bliss, for the praise of Ahmad has gladdened me

My success in his praise confirms that I

am covetous of my reward on the Day of Recompense

O my heart, awake! For how often have you given me to drink

The cup of error, and how often by it have you hardened me?

You brought me down in ignorance and did not elevate me

My wronging of myself through sins—would that I

had sinned but sometimes and obeyed at others