1. The prey fears the prowess of its hunter’s palms,
And the hue of the frightened, startled one, is yellow.

2. The people of Barmk’s lineage fall short of his nobility,
So their virtues to the virtuous one seem ingratitude.

3. He excels - for us in him there is springtime;
An ocean of dew - and none like Ja’far pleases me!