1. You were in poetry an obvious conquest,
One of those immortals.

2. After a thousand years we came
To you, O Firdausi, celebrating.

3. And on your grave in which you rest
We carry fresh roses and jasmine.

4. And if events had not prevented
People from visiting your tomb as a ritual,

5. You have in the history of kings a book
That carries inspiration, guidance and certainty.

6. You composed it for thirty years,
Yet you did not tire during those long years.

7. You were saddened at times by calamities
And hurt by misfortunes at times.

8. You are a poet endowed with merits,
Immortal whom death does not approach.

9. You are truly in the realm of rhetoric
A king with a throne and we are the subjects.

10. What you have composed of the book
Came as a Persian masterpiece for the wilderness.

11. And you gifted the book to one
Who did not know the value of gifts.

12. And misfortunes befell you, but
You did not care about misfortunes.

13. O master of poetry after you among us
Only remnants of solid poetry remain.

14. We sought freeing poetry until
Many victims fell among the students.

15. What you have narrated of wars
Will remain influential on hearts.

16. You are a sun whose eloquence is rays
That did not cease on its path to sunset.

17. The Iliad which the hand of Homer composed
Is not like this style.

18. That is a gloomy night while this is
A clear morning without gloom on its face.

19. You walked forward vigorously
With strides made only for success.

20. Today visitors from all countries chant
Crowds with your beloved name.

21. All you composed on the merits of Persians
Is free of all flaws.

22. You are in your eloquent poetry a leader,
So greetings to you and then greetings.

23. How excellent is the book you composed,
Glorified by peoples and tribes.

24. You are to the East an ingenious poet,
Whose meanings nourish minds.

25. I do not know, and I wish I knew,
Is it magic or is it inspiration?

26. You were to the people a shining planet,
Wherever it shone, darkness disappeared.

27. In the gardens of literature your planting is told,
A tree whose fruits are sorrows.

28. It was a dream what I wished for but
After a thousand, dreams came true.

29. You who dazzled my eyes with poetry,
Poet of the two Easts and the two Wests.

30. If you held the Pleiades in one hand
And poets held it in both hands.

31. You are, with what you radiate of light,
Fill the eye, third of the two moons.

32. The Book of Kings is only eloquence
From Abul Qasim to kings.

33. Whenever I read a chapter of it
My eyes pour over it two tears.

34. A masterpiece of rhetoric and feeling
That revealed what was in my mind.

35. You gathered after a thousand years
Between it and me the bond of poetry.

36. What decay has done to your life
It did not do to your words.

37. You are in your eloquent poetry a prophet,
And the Book of Kings is one of your miracles.

38. You have in it an eloquence that amazed us,
What spirit did you breathe into your verses?

39. All we have composed before
Are glimpses of life from your perspectives.

40. All we have of poetry and prose
We copied it, forgot your verses.

41. All we have said on this occasion
Is praise of you, some of your purity.

42. I was told you are in a grave, but
I did not find in the grave but your remains.

43. The fathers fell short in appraising you
So the oversights were corrected by the sons.

44. After a thousand years a noble nation
Erected for you a Nawroz.

45. You, proof of eloquence, have poetry
That poets failed to imitate.

46. With the lanterns of your poetry the land was adorned
As the sky was adorned with stars.

47. When the free poet is oppressed one day
In a country from which fathers were exiled,

48. After hopes that were fantasies about you
Reality surprised with darkness.

49. O Book of Kings, you are a book
In which is wisdom and right for the people.

50. Firdausi created from you a fervor
That overflows like heavy rain.

51. Through you the East was guided, pride of the East,
Through you the West admired.

52. Through you morals increased in a nation
And literature was adorned.

53. Miracles upon miracles
Reasons were convinced by them.

54. Poetry is originally the truth
And imaginations are mere clothes.

55. And if a worthless critic denies genius
You are the answer that stands up.

56. What Gharnouti did not accomplish
Was fully accomplished by the Bahlavi.

57. A king from the finest kings, great is his name
His fame in time echoed.

58. A king expert in both politics,
And rightly guided in them.

59. He subjugated the great nation with benevolence,
God bless his paternal kindness.

60. And when the power of his will appeared
Its powerful influence was manifest.

61. Whoever does not see the truth is blind,
Whoever denies guidance is lost.

62. Today none deserves to rule the earth
Except the strong.

63. You are the sword in the hand of time,
It has sharpened you for war or peace.

64. We curb bloodshed with its like,
In the clash of nations and nations.

65. In your strong hands, when the matter
Calls for the right to nullify and conclude.

66. And if you one day initiate a new reform,
The initiation is for completion.

67. How excellent is Iran and the prosperity of Iran,
And the system in its lands.

68. And it pleased me as it pleased others,
What it has of judiciary integrity.

69. I visited the garden yesterday, delighted my eye,
And roses in it were in buds.

70. O people of Iran, speech is passion,
A nation in which tranquility is improper.

71. Its status in history is the greatest,
How excellent in history are those events.

72. And over the eye of the East slumbered
Without hope but death.

73. Then a king inclined to awaken the East,
A sharpened sword in his hand.

74. When he stood up calling for glory,
Eyes squinted at him from afar.

75. He carried the whole nation to supremacy,
Rising to what cannot be.

76. The ancient glory will return to Iran,
And certainty will pour into suspicions.

77. O poetry, you are the son of my feelings,
You feed on my sorrows and joys.

78. Carrying the laughter of one whose life was pleasant,
Or a teardrop of the suffering one.

79. Greetings devoid of weakness that doubts you,
Empty of redundancies and shells.

80. What is not feeling is not poetry,
Nothing stirs feeling but feeling itself.

81. And if poetry does not shake you
With awe, it is lifeless like graves.

82. The accomplished poet walks
On the necks of ages to immortality.

83. All humanity is amazed even by a sparrow
Though it is just a sparrow.