Someone deceitfully took the people's wealth

When he rose, he cursed Satan

Satan said to him on the way

I have never seen such a fool

You are at peace with me, O so-and-so

Why do you raise your head in battle against me?

It is a pity that the ugly demon's command

Will be written on you by the angel's hand

You allow your ignorance and recklessness

So that the pure ones write down your impurity

Find a way and seek peace

Raise an intercessor and offer an excuse

For not even a moment will safety be granted

When the cup of time is filled

And if you have no power to act

Raise your hands in supplication like the helpless

If your evil deeds have gone beyond measure

Admit your wrongs, and good will come

Rise up when you see the path of peace open

So that repentance may suddenly be achieved

Do not bear the burden of sin, O son

For the porter becomes helpless on the journey

You must hasten after the righteous men

For whoever sought happiness found it

But you follow a base demon

I do not know how you will reach the righteous?

The Prophet is an intercessor for someone

Who follows the path of the Prophet's law

Walk the straight path to reach your destination

You are not on the path, hence your lagging behind

Like an ox whose eyes are bound by the miller

Running until night, still in the same place

A mud-stained person took the path to the mosque

Surprised by his misfortune

Someone rebuked him saying 'Tabat Yadaak'

Do not enter the pure place with a soiled garment

I felt pity in my heart for this

For paradise is pure and delightful

In that hopeful place of the pure

What place does the mud-stained sinner have?

He who obeys will gain paradise

One must have capital for transactions

Do not delay, wash the dust of sin from your garment

Lest the stream from above suddenly stops

Do not say the bird of fortune has flown from my grasp

You still hold its rein in your hand

Even if it's late, be active and quick

There is no real grief in being late

Fate has not yet bound your hands from pleading

Raise your hands in supplication to the Creator

Do not sleep, O happily sleeping sinner, rise

Shed tears for your sins as an excuse

When necessity dictates that honor

They will pour over this dust of the street

If you have no honor left, bring forth an intercessor

Someone who has more honor than you

If God drives me away in anger

I will bring the spirits of the great as intercessors