Hear this cry

Of your blood

I have carved this epoch

A thousand lives

Shall my hand sacrifice

For your blood's dark tender

Torrent

Sultanu'l Haqq wa Shahin-Shah

May every eye turn blind

That does not cry

Over you

The mountains are the monuments

Of your glow

The white falcon

Your soul

And I his intoxicated lover

My love is a sword

And in its shade's orchard

Lies Paradise

When the dearest of torches extinguished

My heart lost forever

Its light

I'm fighting the demon of cruelty

In my depth

Who devours my entrails

The curse of having seen the world

I have not won

Nor shall I lose

Do not expect to find any loyal friend apart

 From Allah

My heart is a falcon on the leather-gloved hand

Of a despot

I am the despot

I am the hand

I am the falcon

My heart

For your sake

Is ready to be

Crucified

In ages to succeed my ashes

And the ashes of times

It is written

That Mahdi is the undeserving devotee

Of the eminent qutb

Of his spirit's overwhelming treasure

Allah's radiant rose of purple velvet

Hallaj