In Shiraz hear the trumpets sound, with the snows of winter still on the ground
There is a young man with a turban green. He is God's springtime the promised Qa'im
He must tell the people this is the promised day
God has sent His messenger and He, He is the gate

He's come to teach the clergy for they have lost their way
They have no eyes, they have no ears, they will not hear Him say
He'll give His life in Tabriz for the one to follow Him
Oh, wayward generation, had ye but believed
He is the Bab