Gemini dawn put the harness before me

Meaning I am the king's servant, and I swear

Cupbearer, come, for with the help of a destiny-maker

The desire I asked from God became possible

Give me a cup, for again in the joy of the king's face

In my old age, I have the desire for youth in my head

Do not obstruct my way with the description of Khidr's purity, for I

Drink from the king's cup, sips from the Kawthar pond

O king, if I raise the throne of grace to the heavens

I am the servant of this noble and the poor of this door

I have been the cupbearer in your feast for a thousand years

When would my accustomed nature abandon its watering place

If you do not believe this tale from your servant

I will bring evidence from the words of Kamil

If I tear my heart from you and take my affection from you

To whom shall I give that affection, where shall I take that heart

Mansur ibn Muzaffar, the conqueror, is my amulet

And with this blessed name, I am victorious over my enemies

All my covenant from 'Alast' was with the love of the king

And I will pass through the highway of life with this covenant

When the heavens ordered the Pleiades in the king's name

Why should I not compose poetry, am I less than anyone

Like a falcon, when I tasted the prey from the king's hand

When would I care about catching a dove

O lion-catching king, what less would it be if

In your shade, the kingdom of leisure becomes possible for me

My poem, blessed by your praise, opened a hundred kingdoms of hearts

As if your sword is the tongue of my eloquence

If I passed through a flower garden like the morning breeze

It was not for the love of the cypress nor the longing for the pine

I was smelling your scent and remembering your face

The cupbearers of joy gave me one or two goblets

Intoxication from the water of one or two grapes is not my state

I am an old man, nurtured by the tavern

I have many judgments with the course of the stars in my sky

May the king's justice be my helper in this tale

Thank God that again in this lofty court

The peacock of the throne hears the fame of my wings

May my name be erased from the factory of lovers

If I had any occupation other than your love

The lion cub attacked my heart, and I

Whether I am weak or not, I am the prey of the mighty lion

O lovers of your face, more than particles

How can I reach your union, for I am less than a particle

Show me who denies the beauty of your face

So I may pierce their eyes with the needle of jealousy

The shadow of the sun of sovereignty fell upon me

And now I am at peace from the eastern sun

The purpose of this transaction is market competitiveness

Neither do I sell charm, nor do I buy coquetry