The crown of the king of flowers has appeared from the meadow
Blessed be his arrival upon the cypress and jasmine
Fortunate is the place that has become his royal seat
So that now everyone may sit in their own place
Give the tidings of the Seal of Solomon to the beauty of your seal
For the Supreme Creator has shortened the hand of the demon from him
May this house be forever prosperous, from whose earth
Every breath brings the Yemen wind with the fragrance of the Merciful
The majesty of your hawk and your world-conquering sword
Have become a story in all epics
The wild ass of Turan has been tamed under your saddle
O horseman, when you came to the field, it seemed as if you would strike
The flowing stream of the kingdom is the water of your sword
Plant the tree of justice and uproot the wicked
It is not surprising if with the sweetness of your nature
A musk-bearing plant rises from the desert of Aydj
The recluses await a glimpse of your beauty
Break the crown of your hat and cast the veil from your snow-white face
I consulted with reason and it said, “Drink wine, O Hafiz”
O wine-server, give me a drink according to the trusted advisor
O gentle breeze, convey to the wine-server of the Atabek
That he give me a draught from that sparkling cup