In Praise of the Palace of Shah Sheikh Abu Ishaq

My God, as long as the two-colored dome of the sky keeps turning, sometimes showing bright day, sometimes dark night, grant that the arch of the palace of the fortunate king, Abu Ishaq, sultan of the world, may rise so high it stands as a companion to the heavens; and turn ill fortune away from his court. May it be the shrine where good fortune is worshiped, and may its sanctuary be the Kaaba toward which all hopes turn.