1. O killer who cares not for what he has done
You shot my heart with love's arrow and it cracked

2. If not for the rod that trembles over the soft dune
I would have doubted you and the risen moon

3. I have repented with repentance after righteousness and how many
Travelers in piety and devotion have returned

4. Guidance died then he revived it with his rising
So today it originates in my murder of him with prayer

5. Do you not see the joy of days has returned
And the people in a kingdom and religion gathered

6. O reddener of the sword its wrap has been tightened
And son of wars which from its breast he sucked

7. You separated with the sword, O highest of kings, a hand
From the son of Mudrik the straying and what he gathered

8. How many enemies have you unleashed your sword's rage on
And the sword is more decisive for the malady that resisted

9. You plotted against him concealing its paths
As if he were a knight drawing his bow taut

10. His awe strikes those not meant by it
So if he saw a side of the sun it would shine