ما بالُ هذا الفلكِ الجاني
نأى ولكنْ جَورُهُ دانِ
What is with this unjust fate
That withdrew, yet its tyranny remained near
وليستِ الدُّنيا سوى قَحبةٍ
تَبرُزُ في الزينةِ للزاني
And the world is but a whore
Who shows off her decorations to the adulterer
حتى إذا اغْترَّ بإقبالِها
مالتْ لإعراضٍ وهجرانِ
Until when he is fooled by her prosperity
She inclines to rejection and estrangement
هذا عميدُ الملكِ وهو الذي
لم يَخلُ منهُ صدرُ ديوانِ
This is the pillar of the kingdom, he who
No page of history lacked mention of him
ولا نَضا طاعتًهُ مارِدٌ
إلاّ اكتَسى فروةَ خِذلانِ
No rebel disobeyed his rule
Except he donned the coat of humiliation
ولا اعْتراهُ القِرن إلاّ رأى
غَضَنفراً في زيِّ إنسانِ
No era afflicted him except he saw
Himself in the attire of a human
كأنَّ في خاتَمِهِ حيثُ ما
أَومى بهِ فصُّ سُليمانِ
As if in his ring wherever he gestured with it
Was the seal ring of Solomon
شادتْ يدُ الدَّولةِ أركانَهُ
ثمَ هوى أعظمَ بُنيانِ
The pillars of the state were erected by his hand
Then the greatest edifice collapsed
مفرَّقاً في الأرضِ أجزاؤُهُ
رهنَ قُرىً شتّى وبُلدانِ
Its parts scattered across the land
Held hostage in various towns and countries
جَبّ بخوارزمٍ مذاكيرَهُ
طُغرِلُ ذاك الملكُ الفاني
Jibb seized his treasures in Khorasan
That mortal king Toghril
وجادَ مروَ الرُّوذَ من جيدِهِ
معصفرٌ مخضبُهُ قانِ
And the silk of Merv flowed from his neck
Saffron-dyed soaked in his blood
والشخصُ في كُنْدُرَ مُستبطَنٌ
وراءَ أرماسٍ وأكفانٍ
While his figure lies in a coffin
Behind screens and shrouds
ورأسُه طار فلهْفي على
مَجْثمهِ في خَيرِ جُثمانِ
And his head flew because of him
Falling on his perfect corpse
خَلّوا بنيسابورَ مَضمونَهُ
وقحفَه الخالي بكَرمانِ
They left Nishapur deprived of him
And his bare skulls in Kerman
والحكمُ للجبّارِ فيما قَضى
وكلَّ يومٍ هو في شان
Judgment belongs to the Almighty in what He decreed
And every day He is doing something
فلا تُلَجِّجْ في غمارِ المُنَى
وارضَ بما يُمني لك الماني
So do not struggle in the haze of demise
And be content with what the days hand you
