Oh poetry and don't make it sound like evil
The messenger (PBUH) of the nation was poor but he has supreme methodology
If every sad person challenged by tears!
You would find me crying my doubts on my illusions
But I am patient for the passion and his orders
And I would defend it, my love even if I am thirsty
I am racing the day from its dawn to it is midday
And I swear, Oh Allah my days won't precede me
I invest the mistakes of this day into tomorrow
So my dreams won't get tired of my feet
And love is ember on ember
And to be far from whom you love is the hottest fire
And beauty is not the beauty of cheek and skin
The beauty is of the morals and the highest shoulder (It is like the strength to help others)
The foreplays of flexible and dangerous poems
Activated the blood in me and increased my inspiration
The master of masters who was a visionary said
Oh Welcome to the one who take care of the writing of pens!
Translated by Fazzanella