1. Your deeds in minds could not establish
Is it because of their delicacy or the mind's delicacy?

2. Time swears that I did not burden it
As if it is the creation between the tablet and the pen

3. When he disdained to be attributed to a title
Time said to him: "O exposer of resolves"

4. I departed from a virgin land after its
Mountains grew old and turned white-haired

5. You cannot do a deed that is not of generosity
Nor enjoy a living that is not of agony

6. Until you amazingly established in Armenia
A market where living is bartered with boredom

7. You ignited in its complacent and quiet heart
A fire whose flames description fails because of intensity

8. As if you flung in their hearts
Their fortresses - young, grudging and avenging

9. Your awe makes the free burn
As the sparks of fire flare up with ember

10. As if its impact on them from all sides
And what fancies insinuate to them in dreams

11. The drops dripped from a rain-laden cloud
As faces of darkness indicate

12. They had not seen before horses you brought
A land laden with lions and buffalo

13. The march in life makes its knights shrink
Their weapons are the necks in wildness

14. No sword strikes a head of their heads
Unless it swings between breaking and crushing

15. The Romans complained to India about their white hands
And you flung the swords of India with summits

16. They kept you back but their keeping back
Only brings roses upon horrors and rugged terrain

17. Until when their fortresses could not protect them
They took refuge in fortresses of excuses and regret

18. Hoping for a generous pardon that does not disappoint them
Heeding from pardon what he heeds from pacts

19. And of refined utterance modesty forbids him
He meets the spear with an unashamed face

20. Then you turned to their villages' tumult
Cleaving them with the chests and flanks of horses

21. Had it been other than you, the snow would have frozen his brain
And his march would have been neither purposeful nor ambitious

22. The land became intermingled with it
So grief is like the plain and the torrents like reed-beds

23. The summer day cannot traverse it
While you traverse it in chill and darkness

24. You gave the people of Baghdad tidings of their souls
And death clung to the jugulars from them

25. The sword's share from them is what you lingered with it over them
And to deliberate from them the amplest division

26. Whom you ripped with the eye of sagacity you came with him
And whom you forgave with the eye of munificence and bounty