1. This fever and its delirium and madness
And its ravings which laid bare its agonies,

2. The garden and the breeze have adorned it
So it shone with a radiant light.

3. The fresh narcissus has blinked its eyelids
And burst out with pure white flowers,

4. O friend, pass on the merchandise and ask about our life
That has passed, oh how excellent was its time!

5. God’s blessing upon Na’man’s dwellings,
He gathered us with his favors and united us.

6. And the sun in the radiance of the mid-morning
Where it gives shade to the beautiful saffron.

7. The sand-dunes lined with its leaves
The snakes took cover from its shade.

8. Do not blame me, critic, for my weeping,
For every hour has its appropriate time.

9. And come, our musician, sing for us,
For you are the one whose melodies delight us,

10. With every Arabic verse, every eloquent Persian line, Salman’s
The best poetry is praise of the best of those who walked

11. And the best of those whose horses carried them forth.
Muhammad the Prophet, of great benevolence

12. Whose praise was perfectly done by his Hassan.
The Lord of the Highest Heavens addressed him

13. When Gabriel conveyed the revelation as interpreter.
The ship of salvation is his family

14. In an event that overwhelmed the land with its flood.
Never were his companions and family separated from

15. His prayers or his pleasure, not for a day.
O rider of a camel litter that folds up the flags,

16. Shaded by its cover from the darkness,
You reached and delivered the wishes, carried

17. By a King who rose above all Kings, eminent is his domain.
The most noble King, Shah of Armenia

18. Whose might and authority remain undiminished,
O you in whom the pride of Kings lies, just as

19. In the Prophet the pride of ‘Adnan lies.
The weak seek refuge in you as a fortress,

20. O water of heaven, overflowing are its rivers.
The scholars flock to you as the

21. Whales flock to the abundant sea.
The sea borders you, and canebrakes and the sword,

22. Its flames blazing in it.
The claws of your lions on the day of battle

23. Rend the blood of the foe, their teeth bared.
Describing you can never capture your essence,

24. Neither prose nor poetry suffice for it.
For me is a narrative of your loftiness, flowing

25. Like a fragrant breeze, the scent of basil.
O you for whom the steeds, the spears and the

26. Swords on the day of strife are a garden.
No lion protecting the elite with his might

27. Whose assailants retreat panic-stricken from his horsemen.
Nor does the thundercloud loom with its lightning and thunder

28. Convulsing the sky and confounding its order.
One day with greater might than yours excessive

29. O you from whom wishes flow like streams.
Not rosewater of Nasibin, not the fragrance released

30. By crushers of jasmine, their smoke fills the air.
One day like the mention of you, nor musk, though abundant,

31. Could match, so high has its price risen.
Live as long as the cosmos revolves around its axis

32. And as long as the celestial sphere turns above it!