Meet ’tis before the steed of yonder Monarch of the realms Of right and equity, should march earth’s rulers’ bright array. Rebelled one ’gainst his word, secure he’d bind him in his bonds, E’en like the dappled pard, the sky, chained with the Milky Way. Lord of the land of graciousness and bounty, on whose board Of favors, spread is all the wealth that sea and mine display; Longs the perfumer, Early Spring, for th’ odor of his grace; Need hath the merchant, Autumn, of his bounteous hand alway. Through tyrant’s hard oppression no one groaneth in his reign, And though may wail the flute and lute, the law they disobey. Beside thy justice, tyranny’s the code of Key-Qubād; Beside thy wrath, but mildness Qahramān’s most deadly fray. Thy scimitar’s the gleaming guide empires to overthrow, No foe of Islām can abide before thy sabre’s ray. Saw it thy wrath, through dread of thee would trembling seize the pine; The falling stars a chain around the heaven’s neck would lay. Amidst thy sea-like armies vast, thy flags and standards fair, The sails are which the ship of splendid triumph doth display. Thrust it its beak into the Sphere, ’twould seize it as a grain, The ‘_anqa_ strong, thy power, to which ’twere but a seed-like prey. In past eternity the hand, thy might, it struck with bat, That time is this time, for the Sky’s Ball spins upon its way. Within the rosy garden of thy praise the bird, the heart, Singeth this soul-bestowing, smooth-as-water-running lay.