O royal robe, truly fitting for your stature

The adornment of the crown and gemstone comes from your noble essence

The sun of victory rises every moment

From the kingly crown, your moon-like face shines

Wherever the bird of fortune alights

The royal umbrella of your sky-shading shadow spreads

Despite the thousands of differences in religious and philosophical traditions

No point has ever been missed by your wise heart

The water of life drips from the beak of eloquence

The sweet-talking parrot, meaning your sugar-eating pen

Though the sun of the sky is the eye and lamp of the world

The light in its eye is the dust beneath your feet

What Alexander sought and time did not grant him

Was but a sip from the pure goblet of your life-giving wine

Presenting a request in your sacred presence requires no need

No one's secret remains hidden with the light of your wisdom

O king, the aged Hafez rejuvenates

In hope of your life-giving forgiveness, despite his sin-wearied state