To God's lovers, saints of forties and sevens,
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.
I turned to the Kible, my tekbir given,
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.
I make my mother barren, father Gabriel
Sharpened my knife, my moisture, dripping out, comes.
By the command of truth I bowed to trouble.
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.
I recovered truth's edict to earth and sky,
As I was spread out together with the ram,
The desirers of light with strength counted I,
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.
Seven times they came and cut my fleece away,
And thus they add to the flocks of Abraham.
They cut my flesh in the smallest pieces, yea,
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.
Dervish Ali I am, my blood overflowed,
I rise not from my post till my pir is come.
I fear not though for God's sake I am death's own,
I am the sacrifice of the Twelve Imams.