All praise be to Him, I had reached that night
The moments were dedicated to remembrance
The lofty heavens wide open like pure souls
O beloved tree, shall we supplicate now!
We began to chant the melodies of the heavens
Then we sent our greetings to the Prophet
For a moment, my poor heart was filled with yearning
In this world, there were countless afflictions
O little tree, come, let us weep together
Let us lament with these endless sorrows
We grieved with all creation
Later, we were consumed and exhausted
Thus, we were in need of assistance
Then we focused on the lofty heavens
The All-Merciful loved His humble servants
The All-Expanding would surely grant relief
The moonlight sparkled brightly
A tranquil breeze enveloped everything
Swiftly, I turned to the unique direction of the Prayer
I prostrated, drenched in tears
