Good fortune seemed to me a cloudless sky,And hope and longing gently passed me by.
My spirit healed to joy's melodious strain,Blending God's praise with prayer's devoted pain.
Today he steps toward hope's long-cherished goal,Having crossed life's course with bliss upon his soul.
He gained whate'er a youth from father seeks,While father lived in generosity's peaks.
He tasted life's most precious, choicest part,Not orphaned by misfortune's cruel dart.
He lived without privation or distress,His spirit bright, his giving measureless.
Whate'er security his heart desiredWas at his right hand—ere the day expired.
Twenty years passed in ease and gentle cheer,Light as the birds that wander through the air.
He gained his share of guidance's pure light,Illumined mind and intellect's keen sight.
Ah, father's voice that never ceased to fillMy hearing and my prayers with counsel still!
Be pious, Jalal my son, hold fast to grace,Be to thy mother loyalty's embrace.
My Jalal, dost thou not know this world belowIs joy or weeping, alternating flow?
Clear days are few—but unto him who knows,Modesty in this life serenely grows.
And piety's a weapon, keen and true,A key to heaven's everlasting blue.
Companions seek their interests day by day—How few remain with loyalty's display!
Would thou hadst known what sorrow I have borne—Men in this world are wolves and paths forlorn.
I stayed a mother, splendour in our home,Preserving marriage, raising what would come.
Live as thou wishest—as I wish—attentive,Thou art my hope, my sacred, cherished motive.
My counsel, Jalal, holds salvation's key—O Jalal, thou art all my hope to me.
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