I praise God for the justice of the Sultan,

Ahmad Sheikh Uways, the good Ilkhanid.

Khan, son of Khan, and Emperor of Emperor lineage,

He who deserves to be called the soul of the world.

The unseen has believed in your fortune without seeing,

Greetings to you, who are worthy of such divine grace.

If the moon rises without you, they will cleave it in two,

The Ahmadid state and the divine miracle.

The splendor of your fortune captivates the hearts of both king and beggar,

May the evil eye be far away, for you are both life and beloved.

Break the Turkish forelock, for in your destiny is,

The generosity and effort of Khaghani and Genghis Khan.

Although we are far away, we raise the cup in your memory,

Distance is no obstacle in a spiritual journey.

From the flower of Pars, no bud of joy has blossomed,

Hail to the Tigris of Baghdad and the Rayhani wine.

The head of a lover that is not the dust of the beloved's door,

How can it be free from the hardship of wandering?

O morning breeze, bring the dust of the beloved's door,

That Hafez may illuminate his heart's eye with it.