Since the dawn when the Creator fashioned the heavens and the earth, no warden of mortals has arisen of comparable majesty and equity. As the sun ascends the firmament to display its crown, transforming the dark soil into radiant ivory, so the victorious sovereign, Abolqasem, has raised his throne above the celestial spheres, adorning the mortal realm from the eastern horizons to the western seas with the splendor of his imperial grace.
Upon a deep and silent night, while the soul was steeped in reverence for the righteous monarch, a radiant vision unveiled itself to the dreaming spirit: from the depths of the dark waters, a luminous candelabrum arose, illuminating the lapis-hued night until the vast world shimmered like yellow ruby. Valleys and plains transformed into embroidered silk, and an imperial throne of turquoise appeared beneath the stars. Seated upon it was a monarch radiant as the full moon, bearing an incandescent crown; before him, disciplined legions stretched two miles into the distance, flanked on the left by seven hundred colossal war-elephants, while a noble and righteous counselor stood before the throne, guiding the dominion in justice and sacred truth.
In the presence of this awe-inspiring majesty, where celestial bodies seemed to walk the earth, a voice of the grandees answered the wonder of the soul: "Behold the ruler of Rome and Hind, whose domain stretches from Qannauj to the waters of the Indus! Throughout Iran and Turan, all bow to his sovereign decree; beneath his gentle equity, the wolf and the lamb drink together at the same stream. From Kashmir to the shores of China, kings chant his praises, babes in their cradles whisper his name, and no living soul dares break his covenant. Lift thy voice in homage, O speaker of words, that through him thy name may endure across eternity!"
Awakening into the stillness with heart ablaze, heartfelt blessings and soul were poured forth unto this reigning glory. Through his righteous presence, the earth flourishes like an orchard in spring; clouds pour forth life-giving dew, turning barren lands into the Garden of Iram. In banquets, his hand is an unceasing sky of generosity; in battle, he is a dragon of razor-sharp claws—his body a mighty elephant, his spirit noble as Gabriel, his palms laden with rain like the clouds of Bahman, and his heart deep as the flowing Nile. Beside him, his younger brother, peerless in virtue, thrives beneath the sovereign shadow, while the fearless Margrave of Tus, the lion-tamer who scatters gold across the world, stands ready in steadfast devotion. May the world never be bereft of this sovereign’s crown and presence! And now, the voice of the epic turns back to the primordial dawn, unrolling the ancient scroll of the first kings of the world.