He is coming towards the tulip-fields
your fortune, O’ Spring, is about to shine!
Those who turn away from your gate, Beloved [Salal laho Alleyhi Wasallam]
Wander aimlessly, disgraced, from door to door
sadly! We spent our past days yesterdays seeking pleasure
and today he is anxious on our behalf!
At every lamp around his tomb
Angels do throng like moths!
I’m a beggar of that alley in which
even kings wander like beggars!
They are as the soul; why should they be visible?
The enemies wander pointlessly around the cave!
How can I notice the flowers? In my eyes
are swimming the thorns of Madinah Paak’s blessed soil.
Countless angels are there as servants
Countless angels circumambulate the Tomb
Accept us however we are, for we are of thy nation
Many such worthy sinners do wander here!
Why should anyone ask about you O’ Raza?
Many dogs like you wander here in this place!