English
In Praise of Shahab al-Din Azizan
You are Shahab al-Din, the whole world of knowledge and meaning; even the eye of reason falls short of grasping how much you know.
From your seasoned judgment learn the glory of your youthful fortune; a young man is worthy of being tutored by such an elder mind.
The world has grown so parched from the famine of decency, that I found no eloquent tongue moist except in praise of you.
When your painter's pen opens its hand to its craft, you would think you held the soul of Mani himself upon your lips.
The hidden things veiled in mystery are not safe from you; why? Because your pen has revealed every secret so beautifully.
Your pen reconciles the opposites of this world with one another; God be praised! Can such power dwell in mere pen and ink?
The hot tempered turn pale before your gold scattering pen, for each moment your words feed a whole realm of sugar.
Though the world's affairs were built on discord, I saw the whole of it united in thanking you.
At once the fresh tulip and narcissus spring from its point; recalling your grace, I would one day hand it a spear.
O fortunate youth, O master of talent, though you have no care for it, out of kindness lend an ear to a strange tale.
From this court I need only insults and a bully's protection, not for myself, God forbid, but to deal with a certain scoundrel.
In these times, no one out of baseness has the spirit to generously look after one who sings his praises.
With a hundred tricks, with heart's blood, over a lifetime I earned only a paltry ruined little estate barely worth half a loaf.
From the cruelty of one or two nobodies it is now more than two years that I have not moistened my mouth from its yield.
What harm, in these days when kings themselves are being crushed, if by your standing I could crush a mere garden keeper?
Unjust bailiffs sit in every house with their grip; for this just cause it would be right if you sent me one bailiff too.
I have rendered you no service, yet each moment I trouble you; answer me quickly, have you ever seen a burden like me?
I bring so much trouble that I fear you will order the doorman: shut the gate whenever you see so and so.
May you live on, more than a hundred years, in the delight and desire of your heart, for men of merit rarely find a kind soul like you.