When the king Nozar mourned his father’s loss

He raised the crown of Kiian from the sky’s gloss

He placed it upon the throne of Manuchehr

Summoned the assembly, and gave them gold’s stir

But soon the time would grow dark and sour

For the unjust ruler rose to power

From the world, a cry rose everywhere

The world aged, with a new king’s despair

As he wrote the ways of his father before

He clashed with priests and sages galore

People became low in his sight so vast

His heart was taken by wealth, and it passed

Kadivar and his warriors took their stand

Brave men deserving of a king’s command

When cries of the land rose loud and bold

The whole world shook, in fury uncontrolled

The tyrant king was filled with fear

He sent a messenger to Sam the cavalier

Sam was in Sagsar, in Mazandaran land

Nozar sent a message by his command

The Lord of Keyvan, Bahram, and Hur

The creator of elephants and ants, for sure

No hardship can surpass his will

Nor ease from the least, his power is still

All is one with his might, both great and small

If it’s much or little, it’s one and all

Now from the Lord of the sun and the moon bright

Praise to the soul of Manuchehr, the light

Sam, the noble warrior, sends such a greeting

It comes like the rain from the cloud's repeating

Honor that world-seeing champion true

Glory to him, who the king does pursue

May his heart and intellect always thrive

May his soul be free from pain and alive

The champion of the world, knows in full

Both open and hidden words to him pull

Until the king closed his eyes so tight

He remembered much of Sam Nariman’s might

I had my strength and support in his hand

For he is both champion and king’s right hand

The guardian of the land at the king’s call

From him, the bright, fortunate crown will fall

Now the kingship became full of turmoil

Words surpassed all bounds and recoil

If he does not withdraw that club of hate

This throne will be cast down, and earth’s fate

When the letter reached Sam Nirm’s hand

He let out a cold breath, a mournful stand

At the break of dawn, when the rooster cries

The sounds of horns and drums did rise

A mighty army marched from Gorgsar’s hold

Turning the green sea into something cold

When the army neared the land of Iran

The great leaders came out to welcome the man

All on foot, before brave Sam they came

They went and said, 'Every delay is a shame'

Of Nozar, the unjust crowned king’s name

Who lost the way of his father in vain

The world was ruined by his actions so dire

His fortune slept, once bright, now dire

Wisdom departed from his chosen way

And the divine grace went far astray

What would it be, if Sam, the hero true

Sat upon this throne, so bright and new

The world would flourish with his justice pure

Iran would rise, and his foundation sure

We would be his servants, obey his law

Our souls as prisoners, in his love’s thaw

Thus spoke Sam, the brave horseman, to them

'Who would prefer this from me, the Creator’s gem?'

For when Nozar, of the Kian lineage true

Sits upon the Kiian throne with honor due

For kingship, my crown must be sought in good

It is impossible, and no one can heed this mood

Could anyone say this in the world today?

Could anyone bear such words in dismay?

If a daughter of Manuchehr, the great king

Sat upon the golden throne, wearing the ring

It would be nothing but the dust of my bed

She would be happy in my world instead

If her heart turned back from her father’s path

No time passed before the great wrath

There is still no iron that has rusted deep

Which shining might make difficult and steep

I bring that divine grace, bright and pure

To the world, I bring love’s need, so sure

You will regret what’s past, full of remorse

But a new vow will rise, starting from source

If the Creator forgives from his sphere

You will not find forgiveness from King Nozar here

In this world, the king’s anger does abide

His place is the fire, in its fierce stride

The great men, from their deeds, were filled with regret

Each one renounced his oath, feeling upset

When Sam the horseman arrived at the gate

King Nozar, the ruler, met him at the state

With the renowned hero, brave and strong

The world was renewed, the young did belong

The great ones came to Nozar, seeking grace

With hearts and souls, they humbled their place

Nozar arose from his celestial throne

And sat in peace with wisdom fully shown

The world’s hero bowed low before Nozar’s feet

He was his servant and guide, complete

Nozar opened the path with wise advice

He recalled many good words, full of precise

From the wheel of Fereydun and King Houshang

And Manuchehr, with beauty, they sang

They gave the world’s charity, and gifts they did hold

They never showed cruelty, nor anger uncontrolled

He brought his heart from wickedness to justice true

Nozar did this, and wisdom anew

He softened the hearts of the nobles, so kind

He gave justice and honor, in mind

When all that could be said was told

To the rebellious and the king’s fold

He left wearing the new robe of Nozar's grace

No throne, no crown, no ring in place

The slaves and the horses, in golden attire

With red jewels in golden goblets to inspire

Time passed on in the heavens once more

But with Nozar, neither peace nor love did soar