Officers of King of the flower...

Officers of King of the flowers the grass adorn

The meadows welcome O God, the newly born.

What a pleasant gathering was this royal feast

Each one is seated upon his own throne.

Let your Seal, seal the fate of the Royal Seal

With your name, Satan's hands are cut and torn.

This house is eternally the gateway through which

The winds of compassion are fragrantly blown.

Glory of the Mighty King, his mythic sword

Book of Kings, and its readers have all sworn.

Tamed the stallion of fate, put under saddle

Mighty Rider played polo, the ball is thrown.

In this land flowing waters became your sword

Planted seeds of Justice, and evil intent forlorn.

No wonder, with your goodness, if from now on

From deserts, upon the breeze musk is flown.

Hermits patiently await your good vision

Raise your hat, throw aside the mask you've worn.

Sought counsel of my mind, said, Hafiz, drink!

Listen to my trusted friend, pour me wine until the morn.

Gentle breeze bestow this feast with plentiful horn

The bearer, with a cup or two, those like me may scorn.