He called, so listen to every student of wisdom *** He folds for it with a blade and a genie

The fold of the one who hopes to meet his will *** So he roams every favourah with a bida

O departing, he cuts his chores, aiming *** towards me to catch up with the rank of the black woman

Tell the one who received it from my trees *** about me an article I advise the counselors

And know that you are a loser in confusion *** when you were ignorant of my message and my call

The one I'm still asking for is his person *** I found him in the green knoll

The town of Zahra, the town of Tunis *** The verdure decorated with glue

In his holy place, his soil is his soil *** by the arrival of the qiblah al-Zawra'

In a selected specialized league *** from the quality of the nobles and the captains

He walks with them in the light of knowledge of guidance *** from his guidance in the white Sunnah

And the remembrance is recited and the knowledge is revealed *** in it from the evening to the evening

A full moon on the fourteenth day, he never sees the light of a moon night

And Ibn al-Murabit has one of his affair *** His facts are clear about disclosure

And his sons have surrounded the throne in his place *** He is the Imam and they are among the substitutes

It is as if they are in the assembly of a full moon surrounded by stars in the sky

And if he comes to you with lofty wisdom *** it is as if he is a prophet about the phoenix

So I obliged him, even if she became pregnant with him *** a female who has a son from among the strangers

An ink from the rabbis who loves himself *** the secret of favour, the master of wit

From the league of the overseers and the jurists *** but he is among them of the virtuous

I have fulfilled and I have the intention to spit out *** at all times from dusk and dawn

So I left him and left him and he has *** from me the jealousy of the writers has changed

And he began to address me that you betrayed me *** in my family and my old companions

And you took our penitent that you did *** in my house and you did not tell my neighbors

And God knows my intention and my fold *** in the matter of my repentance and the sincerity of my loyalty

I am a lieutenant of the Old Testament *** His blood is pure from the filth

And when did you fall upon the inspector of wisdom *** concealed in the dark hawra

Confused, we said to him *** O seeker of secrets in the Night Journey

Hurry up, for your hands have won a collector *** of the realities of the dead and the living

Existence looked and was under his shoes *** from its level to the depth of the water

There is nothing above it that is meant for *** except Him, for He is the originator of things

Wearing the robe to walk and wear it *** when he wanted the construction to be

If he wants to enjoy his presence *** without looking at the watchdogs

He shawls the robe, so he was not arrogant *** and a veil of glorification over the companions

So there appeared to be an existence that is not restricted to us by an adjective nor a noun from the names

If it is said who is this and who do you mean by it *** we said the investigator is the commander of the princes