سحرہا در گریبان شب اوستدو گیتی را فروغ از کوکب اوست

In his nights behold many dawns bright,Both the words are bright from his moon’s light

نشان مرد حق دیگر چہ گویمچو مرگ ید تبسم بر لب اوست

I give thee some signs for that Muslim’s trace,He welcomes his death with a smiling face.