If there is an ˈAmood (1452 marked pillars on the way of Najaf to Karbalā),
And you get lost in the way,
You will find your way again.
Peace be upon you, O the pillar of Religion!
(السَّلاَمُ عَلَیْکَ یَا عَمُودَ الدِّینِ)
There are many service stations ...,
Various receptions...,
And self-pleasing...,
But
What does my soul want?
May I be your ransom, O aspiration of believing men and women who yearn for you, who upon remembering you, heave a sigh [of longing to see you]!
(بِنَفْسِي أَنْتَ أُمْنِيَّةَ شَائِقٍ يَتَمَنَّى مِنْ مُؤْمِنٍ وَمُؤْمِنَةٍ ذَكَرا فَحَنَّا).
when you step, the pillars run out,
And you will reach the presence of him,
Just like the days of our master’s occultation.
