At dawn, when the sun rises from the solitude of the palace of creation

The candle of the east casts its rays on all sides

The mirror of the horizon is drawn from the pocket of the wheel of fortune

And shows the face of the world in thousands of forms

In the corners of the house of joy of the celestial Jamshid

Venus makes the organ play in the melody of listening

The harp comes in tumult, saying where has the denier gone

The cup comes in laughter, saying where has the prohibitor gone

Look at the state of the world, take the cup of pleasure

For in every state, this is the best condition

The lock of the beloved's hair is all deceit and trickery

The mystics do not dispute over this thread

O Khosrow, seek the benefit of the world if you want

For existence is the gift of the generous and the beneficent

The manifestation of the ancient kindness is the light of the eye of hope

The king of the world, the brave Shah, is the collector of knowledge and action