From that place, having tightly fastened his belt,

He went forth, full of vengeance and thoughts of battle.

When Rakhsh entered upon those seven mountains,

Where those male demons had formed groups.

He reached near the bottomless cave,

He saw the army of demons all around.

He said to Olad, 'What I asked you,'

I saw it all as truth on the way.

Now that the time for going has arrived,

Show me the way and reveal the secret.

Olad said to him, 'When the sun

Becomes hot and the demon falls asleep,'

You will be victorious over them in battle,

Now a moment of delay is necessary.

You will not see a single demon sitting,

Except for a few sorcerer guards.

At that time you may be victorious,

If the Victorious One is your helper.

Rostam did not hasten in going,

Until the sun rose high.

He bound Olad completely,

Then he mounted his horse with the curve of the lasso.

He drew his war-like sword from its scabbard,

He roared like thunder and spoke his name.

He entered among the army like a whirlwind,

He separated the heads of the leaders from their bodies.

No one stood before him in battle,

They did not seek fame or disgrace with him.

They cleared his path and fled,

They did not engage with him in battle.

And from that place towards the White Demon,

He came like the shining sun.

He saw a cave like hell,

The demon's body was invisible from the darkness.

For a time, he (Rostam) was engaged in the grasp of the sword,

There was no place for seeing or way of escape.

From that darkness, the eye could not see a place,

For a time, he rested in that place.

When he rubbed his eyelids and washed his eyes,

He searched a little in that dark place.

In the darkness, he saw a mountain,

The entire cave was hidden by it.

With a face like night and hair like a lion's mane,

The world was filled with his breadth and height.

He came towards Rostam like a black mountain,

His forearms were of iron, and his helmet of iron.

From him, the heart of the strong-bodied one was filled with awe,

He was afraid when he came to the narrow slope.

He raged like a furious elephant,

He struck him a sharp blow with his sword in the middle.

From Rostam's strength and his height,

He threw down one of his thighs and one of his legs.

The severed parts clung to him,

Like a majestic elephant and a fierce lion.

This one tore skin from that one, and that one from this one,

The whole ground became muddy with blood.

Rostam said in his heart, 'If my life today

Remains with me, I will live forever.'

Likewise, the White Demon said in his heart,

That I have become hopeless of my sweet life.

If I escape from the clutches of this dragon,

With severed limbs and skin, I will find release.

Neither the lesser nor the greater of his nobles,

Will see me again in Mazandaran.

The White Demon was saying in this manner,

He was giving his heart such a promise.

Tahmtan, with the strength of the Creator of Life,

Strove greatly with pain and vengeance.

The brave lion struck and lifted him (the White Demon),

Raised him by the neck and threw him down.

He thrust his dagger and tore his heart,

He pulled his liver out of his dark body.

The whole cave was filled with the slain,

The world had become like a sea of blood.

He came and untied Olad,

He fastened the twisted lasso to his saddle.

He gave that extracted liver to Olad,

And set out towards King Kavus.

Olad said to him, 'O brave lion,

You have brought a world under your sword.'

My body bears the marks of your bonds,

My neck was under your lasso.

The hope that you gave my heart,

My hope now asks for fulfillment.

You are not one to break a promise,

For you are a furious lion and a kingly sight.

Rostam said to him, 'Mazandaran

I will entrust to you from end to end.'

I will give you independence from now on,

I will give you honor in Mazandaran.'

One task remains ahead and a long hardship,

Which is both with descent and ascent.

The king of Mazandaran must be seized from his throne,

And thrown into a well.

The heads of thousands upon thousands of sorcerer demons,

Must be thrown down miserably by the dagger.

After that, if I entrust the land,

Otherwise, I will not break my promise to you.

Then he arrived near King Kavus,

The world-illuminating, fortunate hero.

He said thus, 'O wise king,

Rejoice in the death of the evil-minded.'

I tore the heart of the White Demon,

The king has no more hope from him.

I pulled his liver out of his side,

What command does the victorious king give?

King Kavus praised him,

May there be no ring and crown without you.

For the mother who bore a son like you,

Nothing but praise should be remembered.

My fortune is more auspicious than both of these,

That I have overthrown a fierce elephant who was greater.

Thus King Kavus said to Rostam,

O hero, wise and of good lineage.

Drip his blood into my eyes,

So that I may see your face again.

When they dripped the blood into his eyes,

That dark eye became like the sun.

They placed an ivory throne beneath him,

They hung an ivory crown above him.

He sat upon the throne of Mazandaran,

With Rostam and the renowned nobles.

Like Tus, Fariburz, Gudarz, and Giv,

Like Roham, Gurgin, and New Farhad.

In this manner, for a week with music and wine,

King Kavus held revelry.

On the eighth day, they all sat on their saddles,

The world-seekers, the proud ones, and the multitude.

They all raised their heavy maces,

Scattered throughout the city of Mazandaran.

They all went at the king's command,

Like fire that rises from dry reeds.

They ignited fire with their sharp swords,

They burned the entire city completely.

Thus King Kavus said to the army:

Now the punishment of the sin has been carried out.

As they deserved, it reached them,

Now hands must be withdrawn from killing.

There must be a man with wisdom and steadfastness,

Who can distinguish haste from delay.

Let him go to the leader of Mazandaran,

Let him awaken his heart and weigh down his mind.

The son of Zal was pleased with this task,

The nobles who were his equals.

He sent a letter to him,

To ignite his dark soul.