O in your face appears the radiance of kingship

In your thought are hidden a hundred divine wisdoms

Your pen, blessed by God, has opened up the kingdom and religion

A hundred springs of the water of life from a drop of black ink

The radiance of the supreme name does not shine upon Ahriman

The kingdom is yours and the seal commands whatever you wish

Whoever doubts Solomon's wisdom

Birds and fish will laugh at his intellect and knowledge

The falcon, although it occasionally places a cap on its head

The birds of Qaf know the way of kingship

A sword to which the sky gives water from its grace

It alone conquers the world without the need for an army

Your pen writes beautifully in praise of friend and foe

An amulet that increases life and a spell that reduces life

O your essence is created from the alchemy of honor

And your fortune is safe from the blemish of destruction

Cupbearer, bring water from the spring of the tavern

So we can wash the cloaks of the arrogant monastery

O King, my cup has been empty of wine for a lifetime

Now there is a claim from the servant and a testimony from the inspector

If a ray from your sword falls on the mine

The red-faced ruby will be given a straw color

I know your heart will forgive the weakness of the night dwellers

If you ask the morning breeze about the servant's condition

In the place where the lightning of rebellion struck the chosen Adam

How can we claim innocence

Hafez, when your king occasionally mentions your name

Do not show displeasure, come back with an apology