With the chronicle of Khosrow Anushirvan brought to its sublime close, the ancient world may show its age, yet the mind of the poet burns with immortal youth and fiery vigor. Though years have passed, the soul remains quickened by divine fire, crafting verses worthy of the sovereign whose name crowns all eloquence. When the preacher proclaims the virtues of Mahmud from the pulpit, even the cross of Christendom yields in reverence toward the holy faith of Muhammad. Long did this sacred chronicle remain veiled from the sun, Saturn, and the moon, kept hidden in secrecy until the time arrived for Mahmud's name to adorn its summit, casting praise across every horizon of the world. With his flashing blade—gleaming like refined Roman silk—the great monarch wrested the lands of India from idolaters, securing justice and power. May time itself flourish in his name, and may the revolving heavens rejoice over the radiance of his royal crown!
#1
گذشتم ز توقیع نوشین‌روان
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جهان پیر و اندیشه من جوان
“I have passed beyond the decree of Noshinravan; though the world grows old, my mind remains young.”
#2
مرا طبع نشگفت اگر تیز گشت
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به پیری چنین آتش‌آمیز گشت
“It is no wonder if my poetic nature has grown sharp, becoming so fiery even in old age.”
#3
ز منبر چو محمود گوید خطیب
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بدین محمد گراید صلیب
“When the preacher speaks of Mahmud from the pulpit, even the cross inclines toward the faith of Muhammad.”
#4
همی‌گفتم این نامه را چند گاه
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نهان بد ز خورشید و کیوان و ماه
“For a long time I composed this book, while it remained hidden from the sun, Saturn, and the moon.”
#5
چو تاج سخن نام محمود گشت
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ستایش به آفاق موجود گشت
“When Mahmud's name became the crown of discourse, praise resounded across the horizons of existence.”
#6
زمانه بنام وی آباد باد
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سپهر از سر تاج او شاد باد
“May time flourish in his name, and may the heavens rejoice over his royal crown!”
#7
جهان بستد از بت‌پرستان هند
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به تیغی که دارد چو رومی پرند
“He seized the world from the idolaters of India with a sword gleaming like Roman silk.”