Atabak Muhammad, the fortunate king,

The master of the crown and the throne, shining.

A youthful, fortunate soul with a bright heart,

Young in fortune, yet wise as an elder, set apart.

Vast in knowledge, with ambitions that ascend,

Brave in arms and wise in heart to no end.

O fortune of the world’s embracing mother,

To cradle such a river unlike another.

Through grace’s hand, the ocean’s flow shall rise,

And lift its place to the height of the skies.

O fortune’s eye, upon you wide awake,

And rulers’ heads bowed in humble partake.

Should you see a shell filled with pearls to its core,

Its worth is not that of a single jewel more.

You are that rare and hidden gem refined,

The adornment of royalty’s house, one of a kind.

O Lord, protect him within his sight,

Guard him from the harm of envious blight.

O God, in horizons make his name renowned,

And by the grace of devotion, have him crowned.

Keep him steadfast in justice and piety’s light,

Grant his wishes in this world and the next’s delight.

May grief from vile foes never reach his side,

And no harm trouble his heart as his guide.

A heavenly tree bears fruit like you alone,

A son in pursuit of fame, and a father well-known.

From that virtuous family, strangers you should shun,

Those who are foes of this noble clan, none.

O religion and knowledge, O justice and grace,

O kingdom and fortune, may you forever hold your place.

The blessings of God are beyond any measure,

What service can a tongue of thanks treasure?

O God, this king who befriends the humble

In whose shadow the people find comfort

Keep him steadfast over the people for long

Revive his heart with the grace of obedience

Make the tree of his hope fruitful

May his head be green and his face white with mercy

O Saadi, do not walk the path of pretension

If you have sincerity, bring it forth and come

You know the destination, and the king is the wayfarer

You speak the truth, and the king listens to truths

What need is there to place the throne of heaven

Beneath the feet of Qizil Arslan?

Do not say to place the foot of honor on the skies

Say to place the face of sincerity on the ground

Place your face at the threshold in obedience

For this is the peak of the righteous path

If you are a servant, bow your head at this door

And remove the crown of lordship from your head

At the court of the majestic Commander

Wail like a humble one before the rich

When obeying, do not wear the garb of a king

Cry out like a sincere, humble servant

For, O Sustainer, You are the rich one

You are the powerful, and the nourisher of the humble

I am neither the lord of the land nor its commander

I am one of the beggars at this court

Grant me access to goodness and virtue

Otherwise, what good can come from me to anyone?

Pray at night like a beggar with burning sorrow

If you act as a king during the day

The proud ones are girded at your door

And you bow your head at the threshold of devotion

What a great Lord for the servants

A servant who offers rightful gratitude to the Lord