Do not set your heart on the world and its possessions,

Because no one has seen loyalty from it.

No one has eaten honey without a sting from this shop,

No one has picked dates without thorns from this garden.

Everyone lit a lamp for a few days,

When it was fully lit, the wind blew it out.

Whoever wholeheartedly placed his heart on it,

When he saw, he was nurturing his own enemy.

The warrior king, the world-conquering ruler,

From whose sword blood dripped.

Sometimes with one attack he would defeat an army,

Sometimes with a shout he would tear apart hearts.

From his terror, the lion would drop its claws,

When it heard his name in the wilderness.

He would imprison leaders without reason,

He would behead the powerful without danger (to himself).

Finally, Shiraz, Tabriz, and Iraq,

When he conquered, his time arrived (death).

He whose world-view was enlightened by him,

Drew kohl into his world-seeing eye (became blind).