1. O Jalal al-Din, O King
He is kingly in his deeds

2. And generous, he never withholds
Sharing bounty among people

3. O protector of honor, abundant in it
And sanctuary for the chaste, violated

4. And truthful in promise in an era
Whose people, if they speak, they lie

5. You and vain dreams are incompatible
Firm in purpose, well tested

6. Good fortune is yours, even if
Your enemies lament their fate

7. So remain victorious, they have descended
And continue blessed, they have perished

8. And listen to a poet whose hand
Clings to you after God

9. Hope in you shook him so intensely
His heart was gripped with fervor

10. He came to the barrens of Iraq like
Fish flock to the depths of the sky

11. I brood on the prize of my ode
All this long night, distressed

12. My ribs nearly ignited from
The heat of anxious thought

13. Spread word of my affair in it and the
Roads and paths filled with my talk

14. They bombarded me with suspicions so
Many wicked paths they have walked

15. An ordeal the likes of which no
Captain or king was cast before

16. Especially as the matter is in the hand of one
Immersed in benevolence

17. And the blood of wealth overflows
At the hand of asking, it pours out

18. So take up my story, for upon
Your outstretched palm lies requital

19. And seize the essence of praise, for not
Always does glory attach itself