Manuchehr was in pain for a week

His eyes were full of tears and his face was pale

On the eighth day, King Manuchehr came

He placed the Kian crown on his head

All the heroes of the earth

Praised him in unison

When he placed the royal crown on his head

He gave glad tidings to the entire world

With justice, tradition, and bravery

With goodness, purity, and wisdom

He said, 'I am on the revolving throne of the sky

I have both anger and war, as well as justice and love'

The earth is my servant and the sky is my ally

The heads of the crowned ones are my prey

I have both religion and divine glory

I have both good fortune and wisdom

I am the seeker of vengeance in the dark night

I am the fierce fire in the brazier

The lord of the sword and the golden shoes

The bearer of the Kaviani banner

The illuminator of the clouds and the cutter of the blade

In war, I do not hesitate to sacrifice my life

In the feast, my two hands are the sea

The breath of fire is from my seat

I will cut off the hands of the wicked from evil

I will color the earth with vengeance

The wielder of the mace and the wearer of the crown

The illuminator of the kingdom on the ivory throne

With all these skills, I am a servant

I worship the Creator of the world

We all place our hands on our tearful faces

We all speak tales of God

From Him is the crown and throne, from Him is my army

From Him is gratitude and to Him is refuge

We follow the blessed path of Fereydun

Our sheaths were old even if we are new

Whoever in the seven countries of the earth

Turns away from the path and deviates from the faith

Who shows the suffering of the poor

And oppresses his own people

Who raises his head through wealth and treasure

And shows suffering to the afflicted people

All of them are infidels to me

And worse than the evil-doing Ahriman

Whoever follows a religion other than this

Is cursed by God and his own nature

Then I will wield the sword

And make the entire country and border humble

All the heroes of the earth

Praised Manuchehr

Your blessed ancestor, O well-wisher

Gave you the kingship, throne, and crown

May your throne be eternal

And the crown and glory of the priests

Our hearts are all under your command

And our lives are under your oath

The world's hero, Sam, stood up

And said, 'O just king

I have seen many kings

From you comes justice and from us, acceptance

You are the king of Iran from father to father

You are the chosen horsemen and lions

May the pure God protect you

May your heart be joyful and your fortune awake

You are my heir from ancient times

You are my spring on the Kian throne

In battle, you are a lasting lion

In the feast, you are a shining sun

May the earth and time be the dust of your feet

And the turquoise throne be your place

You washed the earth with the Indian sword

Sit in peace and choose tranquility

From now on, it is our turn to fight

Your place is the throne, happiness, and the feast

I will circle the world and come out alone

I will capture some of the enemies

Your ancestor gave me heroism

My heart was given wisdom, love, and your command

The king praised him greatly

He gave him many royal jewels

When Sam returned from the throne

The heroes followed him

He walked gracefully to the resting place

He organized the world according to the custom and the path