The tongue within the mouth is for you, the soul within the body is for you.

We came into this world for you, and we shall rise in the next for you.

Angels are your attendants, Messengers your retinue, all nations are servants of your grace.

Existence and nonexistence, the originated and the eternal — all stand manifest in the world for you.

Moses the Speaker, Noah the Saved, Jesus the Messiah, Adam the Chosen, Abraham the Friend, Ishmael the Content, all Messengers and Prophets,

Abu Bakr the Noble, Umar the Guardian, Uthman the Generous, Ali the Elevated — all tongues of praise are for you.

All essence, all leadership, all sovereignty, all authority,

all dominion, all spiritual governance — in the court of God, all is for you.

Your radiance, your splendour, your brilliance, your fragrance —

from the earth to the sky, from the highest star to the deepest sea, your seal and sign are upon them all for you.

This sun and moon, this dusk and dawn, this leaf and tree, this garden and its fruit,

this sword and shield, this crown and sash — this flowing command is for you.

Such grace He gave, such bounty He bestowed, that by the taking of your name the world lives on.

The entire world received from your givings — these honors are for you.

Clouds of generosity were sent forth so that the the waters of blessing is drunk by the world.

The garments hiding our sins, the tears in it were mended — this veiling of our sins is for you.

That sign of praise, that light-scattering radiance, that sun-like splendour in all its magnificence,

drawing majestic processions beneath its shade — this name and this renown are for you.

The gift of Arabia, the dispelling of grief, the wondrous blessings, without even being asked —

This mercy of the Lord — for whose sake does it descend? By the Lord of all the worlds, it is for you.

Sins rendered to nothing, faults turned to dust, hearts made pure, tribulations set aright,

this beauty of bestowal, this lifting of grief from heart and soul — for you.

Not only jinn and humankind — but through all eight watches of the day the angels stand girded at your threshold.

Not only brow and head — but their very heart and liver lie prostrate for you.

Not the Trustworthy Spirit, not the Throne Supreme, not the Guarded Tablet — none of them, anywhere,

had any knowledge of the hidden mysteries of eternity — these secrets unveiled for you.

In Paradise are gardens, in gardens are jasmines, in jasmine is grace, in the grace a bride adorned.

For those deserving punishment, such rewards instead — this peace and sanctuary are for you.

In the perfection of compassionate, in the majesty of king, in the beauty of beautiful — You are manifest,

so that in the entire world, on the day of destitution, a mirror-like shade is spread for you.

What is Sinai? What are the Heavens? Even the Highest Throne fell short —

beyond all direction, the union was granted, this exaltation of rank is for you.

Abraham the Friend, Noah the Saved, Jesus the Pure, Adam the Chosen — each was beseeched, yet none could answer the call.

Not knowing where to turn, creation wandered from place to place — searching for you.

In an instant the heavens were arrayed, the Lote-Tree raised up, the Throne bowed down.

The ranks of angels in the sky fell prostrate when the call was sounded — for you.

Such mercies are these: that though our minds are raw and we abandon neither our quarrels nor our wilful ways,

We commit our faults, yet from those very faults the palaces of Paradise are filled — for you.

Annihilation at your door, subsistence in your embrace, from every direction, orbiting your axis —

centrality itself is your attribute, for both arcs of the journey are for you.

With a gesture you split the moon asunder, the setting sun you rose back into view,

a day already gone you restored to its afternoon — this power and might are for you.

May that breeze blow by which the garden blooms, may those flowers open that bring blessed days.

Beneath your banner, in songs of praise, the tongue of Rida opens — for you.