1. The omens of good tidings have appeared,
And armies are coming with spoils of armies,

2. With abundant blessings,
That made its ruins last without ends,

3. Like pearls whose prose defies rhyme,
Scatterings of the orator and beauty of the poet's composition,

4. About the Nearer a proximity,
That extended to the orbit of the rubble sky,

5. Give good news for sweetness,
Give the good news to the ships of the raining cloud,

6. No sooner do you see the smile of a smiling mouth,
Except to cover the fervor of a cheerful heart,

7. Loyalty has diminished so you do not experience inwardly,
Except you find contrary to the outward,

8. Or how can one hope to attain the goal of the first,
Who does not catch up with an opportunity for the passerby,

9. The supporter of mankind when a disaster strikes,
The ornament of Sultans, the greatest victorious,

10. With the most just actions, except that,
In killing and enemies, his rewards are unjust,

11. From every subjugated desert you see,
In killing, more benevolent to the prisoner,

12. They were moths flung into his fire,
And thunder in the breaking of the breaker,

13. Since he was humbled bushes,
He came on the back of the fleeing ostrich,

14. Or do you not see how many traitors among them to you,
And the parallel of the past are the lessons of the future,

15. You turned away from him, determined and steadfast,
Until he transgressed and you subjugated with the power of the Able,

16. And the consequences of his ignorance appeared and you threw him,
With the spearheads of wars, masses and piercers,

17. And you swore by Bahram ancestors so when he intended,
Treachery, we stumbled but no slipping for the slipper,

18. And he hoped to escape but where can a fugitive escape,
From every lion above the coast of the flying,

19. Firm if the conflict of adversaries quarrel,
Find at the day of spear the quarrelsome,

20. The critics with every tanned rhymer,
And the strikers with every white stale,

21. Hardship for others is no use at all,
Except exertion, far reaching from the incapable,

22. Alas, can heaven come near the desperate,
Alas and it is distant from the beholder,

23. I am amazed at the ignorance of the traitor,
He still sees the ugliness of the death of a traitor,

24. He brings his hand near to the flutter of a flying heart,
And he closes his eyelids above a wandering eye,

25. He fears the ways of an overwhelming until when
Your hands have controlled the ways of the forgiver,

26. Glory was born today, its good cheers,
What is expected from the son of the immoral,

27. Or how can the matter of preserving a profession remain
From what emanated behind the tail of the pure