When the sun became hidden from the world,

Dark night spread over the plain, the army encamped.

Tahmtan (Rostam) came to the king,

With his waist girded for war and his heart seeking vengeance.

“What is your command for me, O crowned one?

That I should go from here without helmet and belt.

“I will see who this new world-holder is,

Which are the great ones and who is the leader.”

Kavus said to him, “This is your task,

That you should be vigilant of heart and healthy of body.”

Tahmtan wore a Turkic garment,

He put it on and came running to the fortress.

When he came near the fortress,

He heard the shouting of the Turks' drinking.

He went inside that fortress, the brave man,

Just like a male lion towards gazelles.

When he saw Sohrab on the throne of feasting,

Sitting with Zhanda-Razm in one hand.

And in the other hand, the brave rider Homan,

And other brave named lions.

You would say the whole throne was Sohrab's,

He was like a fresh cypress tree.

His two arms like the thighs of a strong horse,

His chest like the chest of an elephant and his face like blood (red).

Around him from the Turks, a hundred brave ones,

Young and glorious like male lions.

Fifty attendants with bracelets,

Before the heart-illuminating high throne.

They were each one reciting praises,

For that height, stature, sword, and gem.

Rostam was watching him from afar,

He sat and looked at the men of the feast.

Zhand went out appropriately,

He saw a ball like a tall cypress.

There was no one like him in that army,

He came to Rostam and asked quickly.

“What kind of man are you?” he said to him, “Tell me,

Come into the light and show your face.”

Tahmtan (Rostam) struck one fist on his neck,

He struck swiftly and his soul departed from his body.

In that place, Zhanda-Razm became lifeless,

Zhanda-Razm did not go to the feast then.

For a while, Sohrab waited,

The lion-like Zhand did not come to him.

Sohrab asked where Zhanda-Razm

Had gone, that his place had become empty from the feast?

They went and saw him thrown down and humiliated,

Resting from the feast and from the battle.

They returned shouting from that pain,

Remaining astonished at Zhand's deed (death).

They said to Sohrab, “Zhanda-Razm is gone,

His day of battle and feast has come to an end.”

When Sohrab heard, he jumped up quickly,

He came to Zhand like smoke (quickly).

With servants, candles, and minstrels,

He came and saw him so dead.

He became very surprised and remained astonished,

He called the brave ones and the proud ones.

He said thus, “We should not sleep tonight,

We must sharpen our spears all night.”

“That a wolf has entered among the flock,

He has tested all the dogs and men.”

“If the Creator of the world is a helper,

When my horse's hoofs graze the earth,”

“I will open the lasso from the saddle's girth,

I will seek Zhand's vengeance from the Iranians.”

He came and sat on his throne,

He called all the nobles before him.

That if Zhanda-Razm is missing from my throne,

My soul will not be satisfied with the feast.

When Rostam returned to the king,

Giv was guarding the army of Iran on the way.

On the way, he saw the brave Giv (Piltan),

He clapped his hands and drew his mace from his waist.

He roared like a drunken elephant,

He brought his shield over his head and showed his hand (gestured).

Rostam knew that from the Iranian army,

Giv would be the vanguard on the way at night.

He laughed and then cried out,

When the vanguard heard Rostam's voice,

He came on foot to him,

He said thus, “O great warrior,”

“Where have you been on foot on this dark night?

Tahmtan opened his lips to speak.”

He told Giv what he had done,

Such a brave deed that he had offended (Kavus).

And from that place he went near the king,

He spoke of the Turks and the feasting place.

Of Sohrab and his height and stature,

Of his arm and his heart-ravishing shoulder.

That never from the Turks such a person has risen,

His height is straight like a cypress.

He is not comparable to anyone in Turan and Iran,

You would say it is Sam the rider, and that's all.

And from that fist on Zhanda-Razm's neck,

That after which he did not come to battle or feast.

They spoke and then asked for a lute and wine,

They were arranging the army all night.