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As long as there is heart, fortune, and vision Generosity, culture, wisdom, and eminence May the fortune of the two worlds be upon the king The king and the son of the king, Dawlatshah He upon whose face is the glory of kings Following his stream is the flow of kings He who, like the sun, is worthy of the heavens And he who, like the full moon, nourishes journeys in the sky For the sake of conquering himself and his ill-wishers Servant of the king and master of kings Silent, just, and splendid like an angel The eighth of the seven kings of heaven Having suffered like Joseph after living in comfort In exile, and having become a king again Gone like Siavash from a new calamity And returned like Kay Khosrow Like Joseph in his childhood, the king Was nurtured by hardship for the sake of the throne Though he was not tainted with impurity The crucible of exile purified him The exiled king was like Jamshid He was small and great like a signet ring Small in body but great in command Just like the signet ring of Solomon He was small but saw much of the world He was the pupil of the eye, therefore he saw it The pupil of the eye, without seeing the hidden Even in its smallness sees the world Not even a dot, yet this world is in it Not even an atom, yet the sky is in it His life is short and his wisdom great Like the awakened eye of intellect Though he has not counted many years and months No wise child is truly small Seen through the approved eye The whole country is like the pupil of the eye His body was small like the elixir Yet his meaning was great and his worth immense His thought, in satisfaction and anger Small and far-seeing like the pupil of the eye Fortune, for the sake of Emir Dawlatshah Made a garment of the sun and a house of the moon The heavens, to serve at his door Have become like the crown and diadem for him Since he could perform servitude Thus he learned how to nurture servants Like the Prophet who fell back to Yathrib And returned to conquer Mecca Good and of noble lineage like Joseph Also a stranger in childhood like Joseph The source of the soul is his beautiful face He is like Joseph, his father like Jacob From within, both a lamp and a companion And from without, both a fragrant breeze and a gathering The sea of his competence has been from purity His understanding has been grounded in loyalty That one full of the jewels of beneficence And the other full of the brilliant proofs His face and his character so angelic, captivating hearts His good nature preventing the talebearer Though from the outside he has the attribute of blood Inside he possesses the revealing musk In his hand, when the spear girds its waist It sheds blood and laughs If he flees from the ugly and the good The fragrance of his character says, Here he is His character, you would say, for the sake of heart and religion Wind struck the caravan of Khallukh and China His character, which you say is for the heart The rose became its servant when it bloomed from the clay His heart is better than the garden of the other world His nature is better than the water of life His resolve and prudence deceive eternity like truth His character and creation endure forever like love After all, from the leaf of the lily and the rose garden When will the spring breeze be destitute? Since he shone on both worlds like the sun Both worlds hastened to serve him He had the attribute of the sun in his two eyebrows He had the strength of a lion in his two arms The eye of fortune is comforted by him It confirms his kingship He is now the descendant of kings Fortune has chosen to accompany him Keep strength and gold for the people, O noble one The flower is not stingy with its color and scent His intellect in the dawn of the learned Is a sun in the night of the wise His justice in the realm of care Is like the morning breeze in the season of spring By his giving, justice, and position, he removed The dispute between life and death His grace is the seven tables of Israfil His wrath is the four pegs of Azrael His generous hand, joined with bounty Is free from opening and closing Full of jewels like the ear and neck of the mine The water of his vessel dripping from face and hair When he shows the form of secrets to the soul When he angrily shouts at the heavens Though the wheel of heaven is an eye like the narcissus It all becomes an ear like the wild thyme The eye is an ear for his voice The ear is an eye seeking his secret Although he walks with a tall stature Intellect travels his path upon its eyes And if the houri sees his beauty From the gardens of the heart and the pools of joy For the ornament of his rank she would perform The sweeping of the dust of his threshold Intellect, soul, and nature are under his command These three seek safety in his forgiveness What will that heaven of joy command When he lifts the veil of light from his face? The steed of his fortune is like the Rakhsh of destiny It never stumbles headlong The necks of the proud with the collar of his generosity Are happily bound for the sake of his bounty and gifts You revolve like the heavens around good and bad Since you became the pole, you revolve around yourself A father who has such a son Has an eye paired with his soul in his head Wherever there is sun and pearls The doors and roofs are full of spectators O emir of high rank like the sun The rotation of the heavens is the companion of your life Generosity and bounty are like the blast of the trumpet from you Your giving hand resurrects the blind and the dead coin O one of beautiful countenance scattering splendor And O one of strong fortune and strong command The hand of your generosity in the pitch-dark night Endures until the day of resurrection Because as long as the people know Evening for your enemy will be like dawn He knows egoism to be the ultimate evil He finds superiority in humility The less his pride, the stronger he is The more his power, the better his disposition His whole direction is toward justice and religion In governance, this is true cultivation He considers the mention of an obligation a shame Such a doer of good who is forgetful of his favors His giving is limited to take His speech is far from I will do so His foot is the kissing place for heads and crowns His judgment is the reference point for the sun and moon His house is the house of kingship The house of Jupiter is in Pisces They are servants to the king and to God Even more serving to the king of the world The king's eye is brightened by him The untamed time has become tamed for him With such worth and such reverence His command reaches the seven climes His generosity brings gratitude to life His rank makes the people his servants May there be every moment for his purpose Sugar of gratitude upon his generosity O Lord, for the sake of the good-hearted Bring him to the ultimate desire I spoke words in praise of the Emir Now comes the time for the prayer of the Vizier