I heard that the blessed ruler of noble descent

Was separated from his army on the day of hunting

A shepherd hurried to him in front

In his heart, the ruler of noble faith said

Could this be an enemy who has come to fight?

I will strike him from afar with an arrow of destruction

He straightened his Kiyani bowstring

In a moment, he wished for his existence to cease

He said, O Lord of Iran and Turan

May the evil eye be far from your time

I am the one who breeds the horses of kings

And I bring them to serve in this pasture

The king's heart, once lost, came back to its place

He smiled and said: O misguided one, how wrong your thoughts are

Fortune and success have granted you assistance

Otherwise, I would have brought my bow to your ear

The guardian of the pasture smiled and said:

Advice from a generous man should not be hidden

It is not a good strategy or wise opinion

That the enemy cannot tell the difference between king and friend

Thus, in the realm of leadership, it is a condition of life

That you must know who is who among your subjects

You have seen me many times in the presence of the king

You have asked about the herds and pastures

Now, I come to greet you with affection

Not knowing how to escape from an ill-thinking mind

I am capable, O renowned king

I can bring forth a horse from among a hundred thousand

My ability as a shepherd is through intellect and wisdom

You too, shepherd your own flock, carefully and wisely

In the throne and kingdom, there was no room for sorrow

For the king’s leadership was lacking that of the shepherd’s guidance