O one whose face reveals the lights of kingship
In whose mind a hundred divine wisdoms are hidden
Your pen, blessed be it, has opened the gates of the kingdom and religion
A hundred fountains of life-giving water flow from its ink
The lights of the Greatest Name do not shine upon the demon
The kingdom is yours, and you may command whatever you wish
Whoever doubts the wisdom of Solomon
The birds and fish will laugh at their intellect and knowledge
Even though you sometimes wear a simple cap
The birds of Qaf know the ways of kingship
The sword that the sky waters with its bounty
Alone conquers the world without begging for an army
Your pen writes beautifully about both friend and foe
A life-giving talisman, a spell against the ravages of time
O your essence is a creature of the alchemy of honor
And your fortune is safe from the disgrace of ruin
O cupbearer, bring some water from the tavern spring
So that we may wash our dervish robes of monastic pride
For a lifetime, O king, my cup has been empty of wine
Now hear the plea of this servant, and the testimony of the censor
If a ray from your sword falls on the mine
They will give the red ruby the color of straw
I know your heart will forgive the weakness of the night-sitters
If you ask about the state of your servant at daybreak
In a place where the lightning of rebellion struck Adam
How can we claim innocence?
Hafez, when he sometimes mentions your kingship
Don't be angry with my fate, come back in apology