I chant from the depths of my wounded heart
A prayer for you
Bigger than words of praise
My yearning for you
O survivor of peoples
Illuminator of paths
Hearts pray to you
O beautiful qualities
May the letters of languages pray to you
O master
Truth falls at your hands
The necks of all sciences rise to you.
Kissing a soil
that once clung to your feet.
You have brought nations
from a pit of darkness and from a pit of nothingness.
Your light extinguished the fire of the Magi
Thy justice cleansed all souls.
You have reconciled slaves and heads.
May the tears of the orphans be upon you.
May the palms of the orphans pray to you.
The hearts of widows have prayed to you.
 The rustling of the trees
Pray for the stillness of the stone
Pray for you, the cascade of sea waves
Pray for the rain
Prayed by the stars
The clouds prayed to you
O remover of worries
Pray to the winds
The morning dawns on you
The roosters pray to you
With every crow, they tell of your love.
Pray to the bed
Waking and beating
Clapping
Calling on the dew
Wetting your memory with loud echoes.
The birds pray to you
Spinning
Searching for a grain for sustenance.
The flowers pray to you
And all the minutes
All the seconds pray all the eons
If the heart beats, it prays to you
If the eye blinks, I pray to you
If the chest sniffles, pray to you
And all the cells pray to you
Master of the Prophets
Leader of the pious
O Master of the Prophets
A peak
below which the honorable fall short
God has decreed
to purify your heart from childhood.
Before and after
God has ensured that your guilt is forgiven.
You grew up as a lonely orphan
Millions of
of creation seek your proximity.
They say, "With our souls, we will redeem you.
with family and money
We hope to come on the Day of Judgment with your party.

Faithful in the time of misdeeds
Generous in the narrowest of moments
Brave, armies flee when they see you.
Persians and Romans fear your war.
O most generous of the generous
The owner of the basin
O you of virtue, O you of virtue, O you of virtue, O you of virtue
O most honored of the honored
I implore God
that on the Day of Resurrection we may have your help.

They blamed that you are the eye of light
and that you are a sea and the creatures are a drop of water.
Have the idiots harmed your honor?
but a fistful of wind
Is there a cure for this madness?
If the eye lives
How can the light be blamed?

You carried the trust for the world
The mountains are about to fall
and the sky would fall.
You heard the sand of the deserts
and the water of the seas
And the people of the earth
the people of the sky
They fled from the truth like a fog.
Hearts harder than stone
even though they are considered relatives.
They claimed that you are mad.
They used the priests in your face.
time-tested.
This absurdity is a thing.
They worshipped stones. How clever.