What does the speaker of the peasant say first?

Who sought the great name in the world?

Who was the one who placed the crown on his head?

No one remembers those times

Except that the son remembers from the father

And tells you one by one from door to door

Who brought forth the great name?

Who had a higher rank than those?

The researcher of the ancient book

Who tells the stories of the heroes

He said that the tradition of the throne and crown

Was brought by Keyumars, and he was the king

When the sun came to the tower of Aries

The world became full of glory, custom, and water

It shone in such a way from the tower of Aries

That the world became youthful entirely

Keyumars became the headman of the world

The first to make a place in the mountains

The top of his fortune and throne arose in the mountains

He wore leopard skins himself with his group

From him came nourishment

New clothing and new food

He was the king for thirty years in the world

In beauty, like the sun, he was on the throne

The glory of kingship shone from him

Like the full moon from the tall cypress

All beasts and creatures that saw him

Found peace near him

They would bow before his throne

Because of his exalted glory and fortune

They came before him as a prayer tradition

And took their customs from him

He had a handsome son

Skilled and a seeker of fame like his father

He was named Siamak and he was blessed

Keyumars's heart was revived by him

His life was filled with tears from love

He was tormented by the fear of separation

A time passed over this matter

The fortune of the king shone brightly

He had no enemies in the world

Except the wicked and cunning Ahriman

Ahriman was envious and wicked

He plotted to lift his wings

He had a child like a large wolf

Who became a brave warrior with a large army

The world became dark for that devil child

From the fortune of Siamak and that position

He raised an army and sought his way near him

He sought the throne and crown of the king

He shared his opinion with everyone

He filled the world with his voice

Keyumars was unaware of this

That someone else wanted his throne

One by one, the blessed Srosh came

Like a fairy wearing leopard skins

He told him of this matter

That the enemy was plotting against his father

When Siamak heard these words

Of the wicked deeds of the evil demon

The young prince's heart boiled with rage

He gathered an army and listened carefully

He covered his body with leopard skin

For there was no armor or war custom

He faced the warlike demon

As the army came face to face

Siamak came with a bare body

And grappled with Ahriman's son

The black demon struck with a twisted claw

He bent the king's height in two

He threw the prince's body to the ground

With his claw, he tore his waist

Siamak perished in the hands of the demon

He died, and the assembly remained leaderless

When the king learned of his son's death

The world turned dark for him with sorrow

He descended from the throne, wailing

Women tearing their hair and faces

His face covered in blood and heart full of grief

His eyes filled with tears like a spring cloud

A wail arose from the army in sorrow

They lined up at the king's door

All their clothes dyed turquoise

Eyes like bloody clouds and pale faces

Beasts, birds, and game animals gathered

They went wailing to the mountain

They went with mourning and pain

Dust arose from the king's courtyard

They sat grieving for a year

A message came from the divine judge

The blessed Srosh brought greetings

Saying, 'Do not wail anymore and regain your senses'

Raise an army and march by my command

Bring forth a group from that assembly

From that wicked demon of the earth

Cleanse and purify your heart from hatred

The famed king raised his head to the sky

He sought ill for the ill-willed

He called upon the highest name of God

He called out and wiped his eyelashes

Then he rushed to avenge Siamak

He found no peace or rest day and night