The Pole of realities—his virtues leave the Sufi adepts, those seasoned in spiritual disciplines (1), utterly perplexed;
A marvel of the age, unrivalled in every outward trait (2), the encyclopedic scholar of his time—of what is past and of what is yet to come.
Ah, how my heart laments for the one who used to gather us to explore the many facets of meanings and subtle intimations!
I have been parted from the one whose very sight gave me to drink; whenever he appeared, the secret of worship shone forth.
He would relate hadiths from the inhabitants of Kazimah, and the whole cosmos would thrill at the sweetness of those narrations;
He would linger in remembering the gracious perfection of their beauty, and the heart would dance in longing toward the masters …
He has passed on to Allah, and Paradise is his abode; upon him, from his Lord, be the purest greetings.
Then blessings upon the best of humankind, the one whom Allah singled out from all creation—
Whom He drew, on the Night of the Isrāʾ, into His august presence until the Lord of the heavens revealed Himself to him (4).
Upon him be, from me, Allah’s peace for as long as the rain-laden clouds pour down and grant their increase.
And praise belongs to Allah—praise without end—by which I hope my Lord will erase my slips.
Its conclusion (5): the poem comprises fifty-five lines.