1. O son of Kisra, Kisra of kings Anushirvan
And if I say what is this Okromah

2. It has illuminated and shone so the traveler was guided
Through it in the darkness of oblivion

3. People have enjoyed its sight and aroma
So it is a basil plant for them, perfumed

4. I swear if a khulla was hung from you
With a rope, it would be a departed soul

5. It was wronged by hoping in you, though it was
Like a soul, so it became wronged

6. O the finest young man who was once a gateway
To the ingratitude of non-existent virtues

7. How have creatures fared with you until
After their praise of you, you are now blamed

8. How have those glories disappeared so that after
You built them, they are now destroyed

9. How has that sweetness passed so that after
Its fragrance, it has now become poisoned

10. By my life, you have erased from me a face
That you used to establish its features

11. You have become pieces of darkness for a horizon
After you were its full moon and stars

12. Your hands have saddled me with rags
Contrary to composed pearls

13. And you are the partner in that so know
It is unforeseen and unimagined

14. You have only placed me in your position
So understand clearly what is inferred

15. Blame has befallen you, not me, but the soul
That enticed you with the eye of blame

16. Words that denounce your deed, no, and do not denounce virtues
You have wronged, you have wronged, what thing of yours

17. Have my fingers become clasped over
My soul yearns for justice and wisdom both now blamed

18. How did they not dissuade you from the act of disgrace
Whose consequences are ill-omened

19. Is it worth fifty pounds of rubble, O you unjust in governance
And it is a small part of what you have promised, drowned

20. In your allotted prayers
Stay silent over what I see from you, for I have

21. No need in a gift with discord
And relieve yourself of worry and be happy with my advice

22. May God relieve your anguished soul
The men are not to blame, but I with suffering

23. And a bent-over back worn out by loads
Or have you not realized that when my soul is mixed

24. With motes it remains incorruptible?
No man prospers who counts sins

25. Among the glories to be war spoils
My craving for you has been weaned, O Abu Yahya

26. By God, a weaned craving
And truthfully, a soul has deprived me of even

27. The slightest enjoyment of the deprived one
And when you have mocked me

28. With contempt, then it is you who are mocked
No man slighted my worth until he placed

29. The soul in the position of the deceased one
And I see you full of words, if I speak a saying

30. For the inescapable requital foreordained
Except that I see your soldiers, if they

31. Waged war on us, then ours would be the defeated one
Who did evil in deeds and words turned away

32. From his brother of proven disputed case
I am one whom you have known, O Abu Yahya, when

33. Wanton insults were heaped on sanctuaries
My tyranny is the tyranny of one who flaunts, not with

34. Hidden enmity from a secret adversary
To gain victory and it clamored vehemently

35. It has been restrained from you for what you have done and laid waste
To the days of your marked glory

36. I have attained satisfaction from you even if
It remained shut to my open eyes

37. A discourse which if I held back would have been more appropriate
For me but a bitter time of restraint

38. And peace be upon you from one of separation
And farewell to a severed khulla