When the curtain lifted from the sun

Dawn broke, clearing away sleep

The two vain ones were eager for the task

To cleanse their eyes from shame

Both of them swiftly left their place

They headed towards the private chamber

When Iraj looked out from his tent

His heart full of love, he ran towards them

They went with him inside the tent

They talked more about the reasons and the whys

Tur said to him, 'If you are lesser than us

Why did you place the royal crown?'

You want Iran and the Kian throne

While I am bound at the gate of the Turks?'

Your elder brother in the west in hardship

You have the crown on your head and treasures below?

This generosity that the world-seeker did

All turned towards the younger son

Now, I am neither the Kian crown nor the throne

Neither the great name nor the army of Iran

When Iraj heard Tur's words

He laid the foundation for a purer response

He said to him, 'O desiring elder

If you seek the desire of your heart, find peace'

I do not want Iran, nor the West, nor China

Neither kingship nor the wide expanse of the earth

Greatness that ends in darkness

One must weep over such kingship

If the high sky lifts your saddle

In the end, a brick is your pillow

If I had the throne of Iran under me

Now, I am weary of the crown and throne

I entrusted the crown and ring to you

Do not hold a grudge against me for this

I have no shame or battle with you

The soul should not be troubled over this

I do not wish to harm you in this world

Even if I remain distant from your sight

My custom is nothing but humility

May greed and arrogance never be my creed

When Tur heard this from his brother

He furrowed his brows in anger

Iraj's words did not please him

Truth was not esteemed by him

He stepped onto the throne in anger

He spoke and jumped up from his place

He stood up one by one and sat down

He took the heavy golden throne in hand

He struck the crowned king on the head

Iraj begged for his life

He said, 'Do you not fear God?

No shame from your father, is this your way?'

Do not kill me, for in the end

God will twist your fate for my blood

Do not make yourself a murderer of men

For you will not find a trace of me from now on

I will be content with a corner of this world

I will gather provisions with effort

Why do you gird yourself for your brother's blood?

Why do you burn the heart of our aged father?

You wanted the world, you got it, do not spill blood

Do not fight with the world-ruling God

When he heard the words, he did not respond

He kept saying the same cold words

He drew a shimmering dagger

He covered his entire body with a veil of blood

With that sharp, venomous dagger

He was tearing that royal body

He fell from the feet of the tall cypress

The royal belt was broken

Blood flowed from that rosy face

The famous young king passed away

The world nurtured him in its embrace

And then did not grant him safety

I do not know who your hidden friend is

One must weep for this obvious one

He severed the crowned head from that elephantine body

With the dagger and the deed was done

He perfumed his brain with musk and ambergris

And sent it to the old world-giver

He said, 'Here is the head of that desire

Which regained the ancestral crown

Now, give him the crown or the throne

The shadow-casting tree of need is gone

Those two ominous oppressors left

One to Turkestan and one to Rome