1. Relieve my troubles and cure my ailments,
And bring before me every mighty hero.

2. Let them drink deep of the blade of my sword,
Bitter as aloe juice that's hard to swallow.

3. And if death appears amidst the battlefield,
Then let me charge towards the fray.

4. O sons of Persia, why do you all shirk
From crossing swords with me today?

5. Where is he who sought to take my life?
He who wished to serve me death's fatal drink?

6. Bring him forth and witness what meets
My spear beneath fate's balancing scales.

7. By your oath, O Abla, sister mine,
By your soft cheeks and tempting dimples,

8. By your eyes whose kohl enhances their allure,
Weaving a spell of magic everlasting,

9. Without thoughts of you to haunt my dreams,
I'd not have tasted the bitterness of longing.

10. Do spirits of youth remind you still
Of my yearning for that home we once shared?

11. May God water the nights you spent
In clouds bursting with flooding rain.