Then Gev said thus to the champion,

“O pride of the king and the brave.”

“I will go and block the way to Afrasiab,

I will not let him come to this side of the water.”

“I will take the head of the bridge from that suspicious one,

I will hold him on the other side of the bridge for a while.”

“So that the warriors can put on their armor,

For our joy and jest have come to an end.”

He went rushing quickly to the head of the bridge,

With two black bows strung.

Thus, until he reached near the bridge,

When he came, he saw the banner of the oppressor.

That he had crossed to this side of the water,

With Afrasiab at the head of the army.

Tahmtan put on his tiger skin armor,

He sat on his fierce war elephant.

When he saw Afrasiab in armor,

You would say that his senses flew from his heart.

From his claws, chest, arms, and mane,

His mace raised over his neck.

Like Tus and like Godarz, the spear-throwers,

Like Gurgin and like Gev, the brave riders.

Like Bahram and like Zangeh of Shadravan,

Like Farhad and Barzin, the warriors.

Such an army, the proud of war,

All with spears and Indian swords in hand.

They all rose from their places at once,

They arrayed themselves like leopards.

In that way, Gev went into battle,

Like a lion that has lost its prey.

He struck his mace back and forth in every direction,

He bent many tall figures double.

The warriors of Chin fled from him,

The leader of the land of Turan became astonished.

Afrasiab feared Rostam,

He did not hasten at all to seek revenge.

Then he led the army onward with fervor,

He called the brave ones from the army gently.

Many leaders from Turan were killed,

The heads of the arrogant ones were turned.

Afrasiab asked Piran,

“Is this plain a place of battle or a place of sleep?”

“That in seeking battle, we saw brave ones,

We considered them and saw lions.”

“Now I see this plain as one of foxes,

I see their desire for battle as short.”

“You are the most experienced of the men of Turan,

You are a world-seeker and also battle-tested.”

“Turn your spear swiftly,

Go quickly and clear the place of them.”

“If you are victorious, Iran is yours,

The body of an elephant and the claws of lions are yours.”

When Piran heard this from Afrasiab,

His heart burned like fire from the wind.

He prepared himself with ten thousand renowned ones,

Brave dagger-wielding Turks.

He came like fire towards the elephant-bodied one (Rostam),

From whom was the strength of war and breaking.

Tahmtan had foam on his lips,

You would say that he had taken heat from the sun.

He spurred his horse and a roar arose,

In such a way that the sea comes to a boil.

With shield on his head and Indian sword in his fist,

He killed two parts of those renowned ones.

Afrasiab looked from the side,

He said thus to the renowned elders:

“If this war continues in this manner until night,

Between the brave and the arrogant ones…”

No rider remained in his place,

It was not right to decide on this battle.

He asked, “Where is the warrior Kalkus,

Who so much desired the battle of lions?”

“In his drunkenness, he desired Gev,

He arranged all the battle with Rostam.”

“He always spoke ill of Iran,

Where has his fire and wind gone?”

News of this speech reached Alkous,

Of what the leader of Turan had said.

Alkous spurred his black horse,

His claws were undoubtedly stained with blood.

Riders went out with him from the army,

More than a thousand fighting men.

They all became proud with their spears,

They were with armor, maces, and coats of mail.

Zavareh appeared as a warrior,

Alkous quickly turned his face towards him.

He thought that he was Rostam,

He knew that he was from the lineage of Niram.

Zavareh clashed with him,

Like a proud elephant and a fierce lion.

The spear-wielder broke his spear in two,

He filled the heart of the lion-clawed one with fear.

He struck and drew his sword from his waist,

The ground disappeared from the dust of the leaders.

Swords broke against each other from the avengers,

They carried their hands towards maces like the wind.

Alkous threw a mace like a mountain,

From the fear of which Zavareh became distressed.

He became powerless from the blow in the saddle,

He fell from his horse and became unconscious.

Alkous descended quickly upon him,

He wanted to cut off his head from his body.

When Rostam saw his brother in that state,

He rushed towards him like fire.

He shouted a fierce cry at Alkous,

So that his hand became weak and his sword dull.

When Alkous heard Rostam's voice,

His heart, you would say, came out of his skin (he was terrified).

He came into the saddle like the wind,

He did not remember any bravery in his heart.

Rostam said to him, “The claws of a lion,

You have not tested, that is why you have become bold.”

Zavareh painfully sat up on the saddle,

His body full of blood and his sword remaining in his hand.

Alkous clashed with the elephant-bodied one (Rostam),

He put on a shroud on the saddle (he was doomed).

He struck a spear at his belt,

His connection did not move away from his waist (the spear did not penetrate).

Tahmtan struck a spear at his chest,

His helmet was drowned in the blood of his liver.

He lifted him from the saddle with the spear,

The two armies remained astonished at him.

He struck him to the ground like a piece of a mountain,

The souls of the Turan group became full of fear.

Upon this, the seven brave warriors,

Drew their swords like lions.

Behind them, the brave leaders,

Placed heavy maces on their shoulders.

They so stirred up the army from its place,

That head could not be distinguished from foot.

They killed so many warriors,

That the dust became ruby-colored from one side to the other.

Scattered like elephants everywhere,

Whether with body or without body, heads separated.

There was no place to move in the battlefield,

There was no way for the army to pass.