1. Our beloveds, your abode is bliss
While my cheek is tearful and my heart restless

2. I complain of yearning, though reunited after long absence
As if my union were, for excessive love, estrangement

3. And I thought to complain to the pillows' edge
Of the justice of sleep, and said: slumber is sovereign

4. How many virtues and wisdom are there amongst earth's kings
Who, likened to you, were never thus

5. When Chosroes passes away, however many halls restored
With auspiciousness and faith yours remains adorned

6. You've graced my verse, best of rulers, over
Poems of others, so mine are order and diwan