๐๐จ๐๐ญ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฉ๐ก ๐๐๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ณ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ฆ ๐๐ฌ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐จฤ๐ฅ๐ฎ โก๐
“From Istanbul’s throne a mighty host to Iran guided I : Sunken deep in the * of shame I made the Red Heads (the Kizilbash) to lie,
From the Kingdom Fair of Iraq to Hejaz these tidings sped, When i played the Harp of Heavenly Aid at feast of victory,
Through my Sabre Transoxiana drowned was in sea of *; Emptied I of Khul of Isfahan the adversary’s eye.
Flowed down a River Amu (the Oxus) from each foeman’s every hair- Rolled the sweat of terror’s fever-if i happened him to espy.
Bishop-mated was the Emir of Iran by my Queenly troops, When i played the chess of empire on the board of sov’reignty.
O SELIMI,in thy name was struck the coinage of the world, When in crucible of Love Divine, like gold that melted I.”
