هر یکی را تیغ و طوماری به دست ** درهم‌‌افتادند چون پیلان مست‌‌

Each with a sword and a scroll in his hand, fell to combat like raging elephants.

صد هزاران مرد ترسا کشته شد ** تا ز سرهای بریده پشته شد

Hundreds of thousands of Christians were slain, so that there were mounds of severed heads;

خون روان شد همچو سیل از چپ و راست ** کوه کوه اندر هوا زین گرد خاست‌‌

Blood flowed, on left and right, like a torrent; mountains of this dust (of battle) rose in the air.

تخمهای فتنه‌‌ها کاو کشته بود ** آفت سرهای ایشان گشته بود 705

The seeds of dissension which he (the vizier) had sown had become a calamity (cause of destruction) to their heads.

جوزها بشکست و آن کان مغز داشت ** بعد کشتن روح پاک نغز داشت‌‌

The walnuts (bodies) were broken, and those which had the kernel had, after being slain, a spirit pure and fair.

کشتن و مردن که بر نقش تن است ** چون انار و سیب را بشکستن است‌‌

Slaughter and death which befalls the bodily frame is like breaking pomegranates and apples:

آن چه شیرین است او شد ناردانگ ** و آن که پوسیده ست نبود غیر بانگ‌‌

That which is sweet becomes pomegranate-syrup, and that which is rotten is naught but noise:

آن چه با معنی است خود پیدا شود ** و آن چه پوسیده ست او رسوا شود

That which has reality is made manifest (after death), and that which is rotten is put to shame.

رو به معنی کوش ای صورت پرست ** ز آن که معنی بر تن صورت پر است‌‌ 710

Go, strive after reality, O worshipper of form, inasmuch as reality is the wing on form's body.

همنشین اهل معنی باش تا ** هم عطا یابی و هم باشی فتا

Consort with the followers of reality, that you may both win the gift and be generous (in giving yourself up to God).