That youth is held in high esteem by all the members of his tribe, whose prime of life is pure and chaste, dread blows to him we can ascribe.

In days of war he can surpass tile ferocious lions of the wood when peace prevails in every place, like Tartar deer is fine and good.

There is no wonder, if his glow may set the things around afire to burn the bed of reeds one spark is 'nough that from the flame does spire.

God Mighty has endowed him with a monarch's grandeur, pomp and show his brand of Faqr has virtues such that shone on Haider's valorous brow.

Do not look down upon the youth, if his head is devoid of gear: This lad can claim close kinship with those kings who crowns on heads do wear.