تو برین تخت و وزیران و سپاه ** پیش تختت صف زده چون نجم و ماه

تو برین تخت و وزیران و سپاه ** پیش تختت صف زده چون نجم و ماه 1390

Thou art (seated) on this throne, while the viziers and soldiers are ranged in file before thy throne, like the stars and the moon.”

گفت کودک گریه‌ام زانست زار ** که مرا مادر در آن شهر و دیار

The boy said, “The cause of my weeping bitterly is that in yonder city and country my mother

از توم تهدید کردی هر زمان ** بینمت در دست محمود ارسلان

Was always threatening me with thee, (saying), ‘May I see you in the hands of the lion, Mahmúd!’

پس پدر مر مادرم را در جواب ** جنگ کردی کین چه خشمست و عذاب

Then my father would wrangle with my mother (and say) in reply, ‘What wrath and torment is this (that you would inflict on him)?

می‌نیابی هیچ نفرینی دگر ** زین چنین نفرین مهلک سهلتر

Cannot you find any other curse lighter than this deadly curse?

سخت بی‌رحمی و بس سنگین‌دلی ** که به صد شمشیر او را قاتلی 1395

You are very pitiless and exceedingly hard-hearted, for you are (virtually) killing him with a hundred swords.’

من ز گفت هر دو حیران گشتمی ** در دل افتادی مرا بیم و غمی

I used to be dismayed by the talk of both: a (great) terror and pain would come into my heart,

تا چه دوزخ‌خوست محمود ای عجب ** که مثل گشتست در ویل و کرب

(Thinking), ‘Oh, wonderful! What a hellish person Mahmúd must be, since he has become proverbial for woe and anguish!’

من همی‌لرزیدمی از بیم تو ** غافل از اکرام و از تعظیم تو

I used to tremble in fear of thee, being ignorant of thy gracious treatment and high regard.

مادرم کو تا ببیند این زمان ** مر مرا بر تخت ای شاه جهان

Where is my mother, that she might see me now (seated) on the throne, O King of the world?”