The noble Jamshid, his son so bright,

With wisdom and resolve, prepared for the fight.

He ascended his father’s blessed throne,

With a golden crown, in royal custom shown.

He girded himself with kingly grace,

And the entire world became his place.

The era rested from strife and despair,

By his command, demons, birds, and fairies were aware.

He brought honor to the world so grand,

His royal throne shone brightly, by his hand.

He said, 'With divine glory, I reign,

Both as a king and a priest, I remain.'

From evil, I shall restrain the hand,

And lead souls toward a radiant land.

First, he turned to the tools of war,

Entrusting warriors to seek renown afar.

With kingly glory, he softened iron’s might,

Crafting helmets, mail, and armors bright.

Cuirasses, swords, and shields he designed,

All these he created with a clear mind.

Fifty years he toiled with great pain,

From these efforts, he amassed a treasure to gain.

For fifty years, he pondered clothing’s art,

To cover in shame or in battle’s part.

From flax, silk, and fine wool’s thread,

He crafted brocade and velvets widespread.

He taught them spinning and how to weave,

To interlace warp and weft to achieve.

Once woven, he taught them to wash and sew,

And from him, they learned all there was to know.

When this was done, he set another plan,

The era rejoiced, as did this noble man.

From every guild, he gathered artisans around,

Another fifty years of effort he found.

A group they called 'Katozians' by name,

You know them as worshippers of holy flame.

He set them apart from the worldly throng,

Assigning the mountains where they belong.

So their only task would be devotion’s art,

In humility before the world’s luminous heart.

Another group was placed in a separate line,

They were called 'Nisarians,' warriors divine.

Lion-hearted men who brought battle’s might,

Illuminating the army and kingdom’s light.

From them the royal throne stood firm and grand,

And their valor upheld the fame of the land.

The third group, humble, yet vital to know,

For they receive no gratitude, though they sow.

They plant and plow, then reap their yield,

In harvest’s time, no blame is revealed.

Free of commands, they wore rugged attire,

Their ears at peace from insults that tire.

Their bodies free, their world thriving bright,

At rest from debates and judgment’s blight.

What did the wise, free-speaking man declare?

‘Laziness turns the free into despair.’

The fourth they called 'Ahutokoshi' with pride,

Artisans bold, who crafted and thrived.

Their task was trade, a skillful endeavor,

Their minds full of thought, busy forever.

For fifty more years, he toiled with care,

He ate, worked, and shared with others to spare.

Each of these groups received a rightful place,

He chose their roles and showed them their space.

So that everyone could know their worth,

And see their limits and measure their mirth.

Then he ordered the impure demons to toil,

To mix water and earth, turning soil.

When all things from clay they had recognized,

Swiftly, bricks they formed and materialized.

With stone and with plaster, walls were raised,

At first with geometry, design amazed.

Like bathhouses and tall palaces grand,

And porches that shield from harm's harsh hand.

From stone, for ages, gems they sought,

Hoping for brilliance, as wisdom taught.

Various jewels they brought to hand,

Like ruby, turquoise, silver, and gold so grand.

By enchantment, from stone they gems unsealed,

Unlocking chains with treasures revealed.

Next, pleasant scents they did reclaim,

Which people need and hold in acclaim.

Like benzoin, camphor, and musk so pure,

Like aloes, amber, and bright rose allure.

Medicine they sought for the ailing soul,

For health and the path to avoid harm's toll.

And secrets they revealed in kind,

None like him, the seeker with a luminous mind.

Then over waters by ships he traveled,

From land to land with haste unraveled.

Thus, for fifty years, he strove and fought,

And found no limit to the wisdom he sought.

When all tasks were fulfilled in their place,

He raised his steps to a loftier space.

With royal glory, a throne he designed,

Adorned with countless gems refined.

At his will, demons lifted it high,

From the plains to the heavens, it would fly.

Like the radiant sun aloft in the sky,

The sovereign king sat ruling on high.

The world gathered around his throne's might,

Amazed and awed by his fortune's light.

They scattered jewels upon Jamshid

And called that day the New Day indeed

At the start of the year, the first day of Farvardin

The earth free from toil and sin

The nobles adorned with joy and cheer

Called for wine, goblets, and musicians near

Such a blessed celebration from that time afar

Was left to us as a relic of kings’ splendor

For three hundred years life carried on

No death was seen in that era long gone

Of hardship and evil, they had no clue

The demons worked like servants too

Obedient to humans, they heeded each call

The world filled with the melodies of joy overall

Thus this golden age came to pass

They saw nothing but goodness from the Creator’s grasp

The entire world became his subject, bound

The ruler sat on his throne, glory profound

One by one, he gazed upon his mighty throne

And saw no one but himself in the world alone

The God-knowing king grew arrogant in pride

Turned away from God, and ungrateful inside

He summoned the nobles from his army’s line

And delivered a lengthy speech, grand in design

He spoke thus to the wise and aged elite

In this world, none but myself, I meet

All art in the world was born from me

No famed king like me has ever been seen

I adorned the world with beauty and might

The universe exists as per my sight

Your food, rest, and peace are thanks to me

Your efforts and desires stem from my decree

The grandeur and crown of kingship are mine

Who dares to claim another as divine?

When he spoke these words, God’s glory left his frame

The world became filled with discord and shame

When arrogance joined with the Creator’s grace

It brought ruin, and fortune turned its face

What did that wise and eloquent speaker say?

If you become a king, strive to serve and obey

Whoever turns ungrateful to God, beware

Fear will grip their heart from everywhere

For Jamshid, the days grew dark and drear

The glory that lit the world began to disappear