Asaf, the king of the world, the soul of the age, Turan Shah

Who did not sow anything but the seeds of charity in this field

The navel of the bad week and the letter Kaf and Alif of the month of Safar

Which became a garden and this rose house became a paradise full of smoke

He whose inclination was towards truth and speaking the truth

The year of his death is sought from the inclination of paradise