Your followers have attained the venerable prestige

And the heights of glory they have encompassed

By your eminence, the paragons of perfection have ascended

These narrators broadcast your praise when they relate

O you to whom all bounty is traced by those who relate

They attributed splendor to a unique and wondrous beauty

From a moon-like face, with modesty suffused with rose

His lovers are his captives through their deep affection

They wandered lost upon hearing the praise of Muhammad

Throughout their ages, drinking deep until their thirst was slaked

His remembrance is the sustenance of their hearts and their water

For them—and they are his beloveds—and from all others

Dead—but when the herald of passion summoned them

They intended beautiful loyalty despite their desire

In his love, and for all of them is that which they intended

For his sake they abandoned their children and their lofty homes

They traveled by night and praised through him their night-journey

Their food and their drink was their remembrance

They were maddened by the love of Muhammad, so you see them

Upon the lean camels, bent like bows

Taha has come, announcing the Message

Guiding and directing toward both the obscure and the manifest

The universe has become submissive, obedient to his hands

He is the best of God's creation, so know with certainty

That the creatures have not truly dwelled in their stations

He arrived praiseworthy to the Lord and praising Him

He came as a bearer of glad tidings for the guided, and a witness

And a warner to those who became deniers of the Truth

He crushed the tyrants, striving and struggling

For the faith with his sharp sword until they perished

A people whose driving force is the love of the Prophet

To his sanctuary is their journey and their course

Their tastes were refined by the wine of his beauty

Their longings were stirred to visit his tomb

And their ecstasy grew over them until they wasted away

They journeyed with their piety upon the purest of traits

Singled out by the enabling grace of God from eternity

They renounced what perishes, and this is the essence of nobility

This world became trivial to them, and how often

It was offered to them like a slave, yet they did not turn

Glad tidings to them for their station, for it has been perfected

What is difficult for most became easy for them

Blessed is the servant who did not turn away from their love

This is the exalted, immense, and high

Honor, and how much honor have they attained through it

They set out and returned with the most blissful homecoming

They attained the presence of their hearts after absence

Garments of awe have clothed their hearts

They wandered lost toward the pure watering-place in Tayba

So grant excuse if the grounds collapse or they themselves fall