Officers of King of the flowers the grass adorn
The meadows welcome O God, the newly born

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What a pleasant gathering was this royal feast
Each one is seated upon his own throne

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Let your Seal, seal the fate of the Royal Seal
With your name, Satan"s hands are cut and torn

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This house is eternally the gateway through which
The winds of compassion are fragrantly blown

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Glory of the Mighty King, his mythic sword
Book of Kings, and its readers have all sworn

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Tamed the stallion of fate, put under saddle
Mighty Rider played polo, the ball is thrown

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In this land flowing waters became your sword
Planted seeds of Justice, and evil intent forlorn

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No wonder, with your goodness, if from now on
From deserts, upon the breeze musk is flown

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Hermits patiently await your good vision
Raise your hat, throw aside the mask you"ve worn

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Sought counsel of my mind, said, Hafiz, drink!
Listen to my trusted friend, pour me wine until the morn

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Gentle breeze bestow this feast with plentiful horn
The bearer, with a cup or two, those like me may scorn.