His noble birth did reveal the purity of his roots.

How pure the outset of them as well as finality!

A day the Persians perceived that they indeed had been warned

Of the occurrence of suffering and adversity.

The Arch of Khosrau had passed the night while falling apart;

Just like the status of Khosrau's peers: without unity.

The fire was short of breath out of regret over it.

The river lost all its current out of despondency.

It saddened Sawa to find the drying up of its lake,

And thirsty seekers returning from the place angrily.

As if the fire had gotten water's wetness from grief;

And water had burnt up as a fire burns seethingly.

The jinn were speaking aloud, and NUR were shining so bright;

The Truth is made manifest in signal and verbally.

But blind and deaf they were so the happy news went unheard;

And flashes of lightning as a warning they didn't see.

All after their fortune teller notified all the folk

Their old religion so crooked soon would no longer be.

And after they eyed in the horizons the shooting stars

All crashing like statues in the earth for idolatry.

Until from the source of revelation, up in the sky,

One after the other, each retreating demon did flee.

They were when fleeing just like the heroes of Abrahah,

Or like a pelted-with-pebbles-from-his-hands infantry.

Hurled after having extolled while in the palms of his hands;

Hurled like the swallowed extoller from the gut cavity.