Knowledge and faith will guide you right,

In salvation, you must seek the light.

If you wish your heart not to be distressed,

And do not desire to remain oppressed.

Follow the Prophet's words for the way,

Cleanse your heart with this water every day.

What said the Lord of Revelation and Guidance,

The Lord of Command and the Lord of Prohibition?

The sun after the Prophet's illuminating guide,

Shone on none better than Abu Bakr's side.

Umar made Islam bright and clear,

Decorated the world like a springtime sphere.

After them, Uthman was the chosen guide,

Lord of modesty and religion's pride.

Fourth was Ali, the husband of Batul,

Whom the Prophet praised with words so cool.

I am the city of knowledge, and Ali its gate,

This is the Prophet's word, accurate and great.

I testify that these words are from him,

As if my ears are full of his hymn.

Of Ali, he spoke thus and of others the same,

From them, religion gained its name.

The Prophet is the sun, companions are the moon,

Together they form the straight path in tune.

I am the servant of the Prophet’s kin,

Praising the dust of his successor within.

The Wise One made this world like a sea,

Waves stirred by winds' decree.

Seventy ships were built upon its tides,

With all their sails raised high, as guides.

One broad ship like a bride so fine,

Adorned as beautifully as the rooster's shine.

Muhammad is within, along with Ali,

And the Prophet's kin, noble and holy.

The wise who saw the sea from afar,

Saw no shore and no end under the star.

Knew that waves would strike with force,

None would escape from their course.

He said in his heart, if with the Prophet and heir,

If I sink, I have two loyal companions there.

Surely, they will save me from despair,

The Lord of crown, banner, and chair.

The Lord of streams of wine and honey sweet,

And springs of milk and pure water to meet.

If your eyes long for the hereafter’s bliss,

Stay close to the Prophet and Ali in this.

If this offends you, the fault is mine,

But this is my faith and my path divine.

I was born in this and in this will die,

Know this: I am the dust beneath Haidar's sky.

If your heart inclines to the path astray,

Your enemy is your own heart in every way.

None but the fatherless is his foe,

Whom God shall burn in fire below.

Whoever bears hatred for Ali in their soul,

Who in the world is more wretched in whole?

Beware of treating the world as a jest,

And do not turn from virtuous companions blessed.

Begin all your deeds with goodness in mind,

Be a fellow traveler with the noble and kind.

How long shall I speak on this gate, endlessly so,

Indeed, its bounds I do not know.