The owner of the world, the complete Khosrow, the support of the religion

Yahya bin Muzaffar, the king of the world, the just

O gate of Islam, your refuge is open

On the earth, the window of the soul, and in the heart

Your respect is obligatory and necessary for the soul and wisdom

Your gift is abundant and inclusive for the universe and space

From the beginning of time, a drop of darkness from your pen

Fell on the moon, and the problems were solved

The sun saw that black mole and said in its heart

O cypress, I was that Indian who was coming

O king, the sky is in dance and listening to your feast

Do not wash your hand from the hem of this whisper

Drink wine and give the world, for from your tresses

The neck of the enemy has become entangled in chains

The celestial sphere is on the path of justice

Be happy, for the oppressor will not reach the destination

Hafez, the pen of the king of the world, is the distributor of sustenance

Do not think about livelihood in vain