1. How strange, my people, of wealth
And causes of gifts

2. Each day the treasure brings forth for us
From it hidden things

3. You have become, O Hamid, self-sufficient
And you pasture the subjects

4. Woe to you, those subjects
For they have become captivated

5. You do not desire them wrongly
In taxes and remnants

6. Always praying on them hastily
And raiding them, the horses

7. May God not shepherd you, a servant
Other than a keeper of the commandments

8. For you have become for the state
Among the most disgraceful disgraces

9. Through you, God’s blessings upon people became butchery
The farm became for the weak worries and afflictions

10. While for you are the boys, the horses, and types of steeds
When you do not thank the blessing

11. And you do not fear the death throes
Do not be deluded, for the Knower of secrets will not neglect

12. Evil is what you have rewarded what guidance He gave you.