بنده‌ی ما را چرا آزرد دل ** کرد ما را پیش مهمانان خجل

بنده‌ی ما را چرا آزرد دل ** کرد ما را پیش مهمانان خجل 3555

Why did he vex the heart of my slave and put me to shame before my guests?

شربتی که به ز خون اوست ریخت ** این زمان هم‌چون زنان از ما گریخت

He spilt a beverage that is better than his (own) blood, and now he has fled from me, like women.

لیک جان از دست من او کی برد ** گیر هم‌چون مرغ بالا بر پرد

But how shall he save his life from my hand? (Even) suppose that he flies up on high like a bird,

تیر قهر خویش بر پرش زنم ** پر و بال مردریگش بر کنم

I will shoot the arrow of my vengeance at his wings, I will tear out his good-for-nothing wings and feathers.

گر رود در سنگ سخت از کوششم ** از دل سنگش کنون بیرون کشم

If he enter the hard rock (to escape) from my pursuit, I will drag him forth from the heart of the rock just now.

من برانم بر تن او ضربتی ** که بود قوادکان را عبرتی 3560

I will inflict on his body such a blow as will be a warning to base scoundrels.

با همه سالوس با ما نیز هم ** داد او و صد چو او این دم دهم

Hypocrisy to all and even to me! I will give him and a hundred like him their due at this moment.”

خشم خون‌خوارش شده بد سرکشی ** از دهانش می بر آمد آتشی

His (the Amír's) bloodthirsty wrath had become a rebel: a fire (of rage) was coming up from his mouth.

دو بار دست و پای امیر را بوسیدن و لابه کردن شفیعان و همسایگان زاهد

How the neighbours of the ascetic, who were interceding for him, kissed the hands and feet of the Amír and humbly entreated him a second time.

آن شفیعان از دم هیهای او ** چند بوسیدند دست و پای او

At the breath of his clamour those intercessors kissed his hands and feet several times,

کای امیر از تو نشاید کین کشی ** گر بشد باده تو بی‌باده خوشی

Saying, “O Amír, it does not beseem thee to exact vengeance: if the wine is gone, (yet) thou art delicious without wine.