1. Every soul that does not aim for the son of peace
Is a soul blaming fortune for poverty

2. A blossoming, watching man is the best of men
Goodness is in his hands, it is his mark

3. Below him writes the son of judgement in a script
That neither Qudama would approve of preceding him

4. How often did disappointment frown on the lips
Then justice made it smile through him

5. The house of embroidery after humiliation
Appeared protected, the house of generosity

6. Rise up you who possess all virtue
Exaltation from humility, and neediness

7. From wealth with determination against severity
And with this you give leadership praise

8. Not with arrogance in the head or in the turban
O beauty whom God has beautified the one who made

9. His call and the talents his mark
Do not see me as a small part in the eye

10. I am from under the soil a thousand statues
I have been divided in life into a thousand knowledge

11. Especially from that the knowledge of the astrologer
I have a star that tells me in returning

12. From you the wise man tasted straightness
How often have I looked upon the calendar, calling out

13. Asking God for the Quran's safety
Your head's Quran was true for me in arriving to

14. Spin like the whirlpool
All that you feared impossible

15. You did not prove with sound judgements
Rest your eyes, for the generosity of the beauty of the son

16. Dispels what I had feared would last
My lord, the result of settlement is insignificant

17. And so here I have disliked settlement
And my little ones are like the Jews

18. If I brought them a mark, they longed
If they saw a round letter from a loaf

19. They made it their trinket