My heart yearns for the face of Mohammad,

My head is lost in search of the place of Mohammad,

I learnt the secret of the Ghabeh Ghosein,

For I saw the arc of brow of Mohammad,

When I am reminded of his face, like a flower,

I become exhilarated by the scent of Mohammad,

All the prophets’ out of their passion of seeing him,

Turn their sights towards Mohammad,

Joseph of Egypt, with his beauty and charm,

Is as a slave to a mole on (the face of) Mohammad,

Thousands of armies of the lovers’ hearts,

Are enslaved by a single hair of Mohammad,

The celebrations of eight heavens

Are scented by the perfume of the odour of Mohammad,

The pure waters of the Salsabil and Tasnim,

Flows from the stream of Mohammad,

Idolaters tear up the threads of their belief,

Because they have heard the ‘Ya-hoo’ of Mohammad,

The idols prostrate themselves on the ground,

After witnessing by the magic eye of Mohammad,

The temples of fire are extinguished,

By the light from the face of Mohammad,

As Friday is the ayd of the lovers,

Everyone is invited to the heaven of Mohammad,

All the hosts, near to God, in the next world,

Cannot resist the attraction of Mohammad,

Oh God, give to your Raz,

So that he can become dust on the path to the home of Mohammad.