And Majd al-Dīn won true majesty in days gone by, unrivalled in jarḥ and taʿdīl (narrator critique and accreditation) and in forceful proof.
For a station such as this the people of piety hastened, and so they gained the highest rank and lasting security.
In a Garden whose lights already shine, whose clusters hang low, close to the hand of any who would pick them(1);
Where goblets are set in place and lofty canopies of pearl rise high upon their pillars;
Light envelops its inhabitants as they recline upon those couches, content and secure;
Their garments are of fine brocade, their pavilions resplendent, and the fairest diadems rest upon their brows.
For its people is whatever they desire, yet their preoccupation is with Allah, not with houris or youthful attendants.(2)
Among them is Taqī al-Dīn—he triumphed through his renunciation and by his steadfast obedience to the All-Merciful.
Blessings, then, upon the Prophet Muḥammad, the best of mankind and the very mine of beneficence,(3)
A guide, the first to intercede and the one whose intercession is accepted; for him is al-wasīlah, the manifest sign of faith—
Whenever a yearning soul longs for the valley of Minā and circles the Sacred House and its precincts.
⦗139⦘ Here the poem ends,(4) comprising thirty-one verses.