O robe of kingship, so well-suited to your stature
Adorned with a crown and gem of the highest quality
The sun of victory rises each moment
From the royal crown of your moon-faced visage
Wherever your shadow falls, it is a place of good fortune
The shadow of your celestial canopy
With thousands of differences in the customs of religion and wisdom
A point was never missed from your wise heart
The water of life drips from the beak of your eloquence
Your sweet-tongued parrot means your sugar-cane pen
Although the sun of the sky is the eye and light of the world
The dust of your feet is the illuminator of its eye
What Alexander sought and time did not give him
Was a sip from the clear goblet of your life-giving wine
There is no need to make a request in your presence
No secret remains hidden from the brilliance of your insight
O king, aged Hafiz becomes young
In the hope of your life-giving, sin-erasing forgiveness