One of the wise elders

Tells a tale about Ibn Abdul Aziz

Who had a gem in a ring

Whose value was unsurpassed

At night it said from the light of the world

It was as bright as day

One year there was a drought

The people's appearance waned like the moon

Seeing no peace and strength in people

He saw it as unkind to be at ease himself

When one sees poison in the mouth of people

He would not drink sweet water himself

He ordered to sell it for silver

For he felt compassion for strangers and orphans

In a week he gave the proceeds to the needy

To the poor, the destitute, and the needy

They began to blame him

Saying, you won't get such a thing again

I heard him say with tears streaming down

Like candles dripping wax on his cheeks

It is unbecoming for a ruler to wear adornments

When the heart of the city is weary from weakness

It suits me to have a ring without a gem

It does not suit to have the hearts of people distressed

Blessed is he who chooses the comfort of men and women

Over his own adornment

The nurturers of talent did not desire

Their own joy from the sorrow of others

If the king sleeps peacefully on his throne

I do not think the poor sleep in peace

If he stays awake late at night

People sleep peacefully and comfortably

Thanks to God, this is the righteous path

Of Atabek Abu Bakr bin Saad

No one sees signs of turmoil in Pars

Except the figures of beauties

Five lines came to my ears delightfully

Which they sang in a gathering last night

Last night my comfort in life was

That my beloved moon-faced was in my arms

When I saw her, her head drunk from sleep

I said to her, O cypress, I am lower before you

Wash the sleep from your narcissus eyes

Smile like the rose and speak like the nightingale

Why do you sleep, O seduction of time?

Come and bring the sweet ruby wine

She looked dazed from sleep and said

You call me seduction and tell me not to sleep

In the days of the enlightened Sultan

No one sees another awakened sedition