The crown of the flower king emerged from the side of the garden,

O Lord, may his arrival bring blessings upon the cypress and jasmine.

This seat of kingship is well-placed in its rightful place,

May each one now find his rightful place.

Give glad tidings to the seal of Jam, for its ending is beautiful,

The great power of Khosrow has shortened the hand of the devil.

May this house remain forever flourishing, as from its soil,

With each breath, the breeze of the merciful spreads with a good omen.

The power of the son of Pishang and his universal sword,

In every epic, his story became the legend of the assembly.

The wild camel of the caravan was tamed beneath the saddle,

O hero, when you enter the battlefield, it seems as though you strike.

The flowing stream of the kingdom is the water of your sword,

Plant the tree of justice, and uproot the evil-doers.

It will be no surprise if you are pleased by the fragrance of the people,

From the desert of Ejaz, the musk of Khotan rises.

The recluses await the pleasant manifestation,

They cast off their turban and veil, unveiling their faces.

I consulted with reason, and Hafez said, 'Drink wine,'

O cupbearer, give wine in accordance with the trusted adviser’s words.

O breeze, present to the cupbearer of the Atabeg's feast,

So he may give me a sip from that goblet of dazzling wine.