The bonds that in past, like bundle knit, the Faithful Fold, have now been split: O God sent Guide, let Muslims know, what to do and where to go?

The Arabian Sea is quite bereft; of stir, there rise no waves and 'crest the tempest that in me is hid has no place to spread and skid.

Caravan has left the tramp alone, but mount or food he does not own; where can the singing cameleer go, who rides on hill and waste to and fro.

Soul, whom God for message chose! This secret hid to me disclose; some light on this problem throw, where may the guard of God's portents go?