The whole world shook from actions they played, to live nations owe the events they made.

They wronged all views which a foreteller told; from the sky fell down like sun the stars old.

The conscience of world is a fire untold, from waves of river broke stars of fame old.

No rest the earth takes from these earthquakes, how clear are hints which the nature makes.

How long the fonts boil at this mountain flanks, the Khizr thus broods over the Wooler’s banks (The Khizr is thinking at the Wooler’s bank).