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?”

فقر آن محمود تست ای بی‌سعت ** طبع ازو دایم همی ترساندت 1400

(Spiritual) poverty is your Mahmúd, O man without affluence: your (sensual) nature is always making you afraid of it.

گر بدانی رحم این محمود راد ** خوش بگویی عاقبت محمود باد

If you come to know the mercifulness of this noble Mahmúd, you will cry joyously, “May the end be praised (mahmúd)!”

فقر آن محمود تست ای بیم‌دل ** کم شنو زین مادر طبع مضل

Poverty is your Mahmúd, O craven-hearted one: do not listen to this mother, namely, your misguiding nature.