A message reached the Turkish king’s side

That from such heroes the world had been deprived

His heart filled with fire from sorrow and grief

He wept blood for his pain, in deep disbelief

He became enraged and asked, 'Where is Nowzar, I pray?'

For from him, Viseh desires to take revenge today

What is the solution but to spill his blood, to win?

To awaken fresh hatred, where does it begin?

He ordered the executioner, to drag him along

Take him, that he may learn to live dishonored, wronged

When Nowzar’s general became aware of the plight

He realized that the day had grown too short for the fight

An army, full of murmurs and of chatter loud

They moved towards King Nowzar, their heads bowed

They tied his arms tightly, no mercy found

Dragged him from his place, toward the beast unbound

They brought him to the field, stripped and bare

Naked, with head and feet exposed, in despair

When from a distance, he saw him, his tongue did speak

He remembered the hatred of his ancestors, so bleak

From Tur and Salm, first he came with rage

His heart and eyes washed clean from royal shame's cage

He said to him, 'Every evil gets what it deserves,' indeed

He spoke and became enraged, demanding a sword to proceed

He struck the crowned King Khusrow’s head

His body fell to the ground, dishonored and dead

That was the legacy of King Manuchehr’s reign

Iran was left barren, with no throne to sustain

O wise man, with a mind full of schemes

Do not cover yourself in the tent of greed’s dreams

How many thrones and crowns like yours have been seen

How many such tales will you hear in the scene?

You have reached a place where you once hurried to

The end has come, where your wishes are through

What do you seek from this dark, miserable earth?

That will return you to a state of desperate worth?

For if the revolving heavens take you from this place

At last, your bed will be dust in space

Then they humiliated the relatives and kin

And asked for their life with a plea of sin

When Aghirith, the talented, saw this fate

His heart burned as if it were fire's state

He said, 'How many innocent lives have been lost'

Separated from their bodies by the king’s cost

He came, tumultuous, to ask for mercy

Adorned with the renowned title of justice, so terse

That so many proud and brave warriors here

Not with spears and armor, nor in battle’s sphere

They were caught not for killing, nor were they great

They were in a place where they once were in high state

It would be just if no harm befalls their life

And you grant their freedom, their chains to bind

I will place them in a cave, a prison's door

I will keep them safe, wise minds to guard them more

To Sari, in distress, they will be brought to reason

You shall refrain from bloodshed and excessive treason

He spared their lives with his words so wise

When he heard of their suffering and their cries

He ordered them to take them to Sari town

In chains, in shackles, with honor cast down

When this was done, they prepared for the journey’s pace

The earth beneath the horses, felt a tight embrace

They drew toward Ray from the village ahead

The horses strained, and hardship spread

He placed the Kiani crown upon his head

And in exchange for gold, the gate was spread