The world-ruler Zahhak, from that conversation

He became enraged and swiftly turned his face

As the night’s turning spun the wheel of day

The bright one placed the bead into the abyss

He commanded that they remove the saddle

And placed on the wind the end of the narrow view

He came swiftly with a heavy army

All the brave demons of war came along

He took the palace, its roof and doors, from a wrong way

And in hatred, he brought the head down

When Fereydun’s army became aware

They all went towards that way without a path

They threw down the warhorses

And in that narrow place, they fought valiantly

All the roofs and doors of the city were filled with people

Everyone was eager for the glory of battle

They were all in the spirit of Fereydun

For they were filled with the blood of Zahhak’s pain

Bricks fell from the walls, and stones from the roofs

Inside the streets, there were swords, arrows, and darts

It rained like hail from the black cloud

No path was left on the ground

Inside the city, everyone who was young

And even the old, wise in battle

They went toward Fereydun’s army

And emerged from Zahhak’s deceit

A cry rose from the fire temple

That if a king sits on the throne, it is Dede

All the old and young obey his command

Each one will not depart from his words

We will not wish for Zahhak’s throne

That impure serpent-slaying monster

An army and city, like a mountain’s form

All of them entered the war in a group

From that bright city, a dark cloud rose

And the sun became a sapphire

Then Zahhak sought a solution

He turned from the army towards the palace

He covered his entire body in iron

So that no one would recognize him from the assembly

With a noose in hand, he grasped the rope

And climbed to the top of the high palace

He saw the black narcissus of Shahrnaz

Filled with sorcery, whispering secrets with Fereydun

Her face like day and her hair like night

Her lips opened in cursing Zahhak

Jealousy sparked a fire in his brain

He threw the rope straight into the palace

He forgot both the throne and his precious life

And descended from the top of the tall palace

He had a watery dagger in hand

Thirsting for the blood of the fairy-faced ones

As soon as he stepped on the ground from above

Fereydun came like the wind

He took the bull-headed mace in hand

And struck his head, shattering his helmet

The blessed Soroush came swiftly

Saying, 'Do not strike, for his time has not come'

Instead, bind him tightly like a stone

Take him to the narrow place between two mountains

Within the mountain will be his prison

His kin and connections will not reach him there

When Fereydun heard, he did not delay

He fashioned a noose from lion's leather

Swiftly binding his hands and waist

So that even a fierce elephant could not break it

He sat on his golden throne

And cast aside his evil customs

He ordered a cry to be made at the gate

For everyone with an awakened mind

You should not be with the instrument of war

In this way, no one seeks honor or disgrace

An army should not fight with a craftsman

They should not seek both arts with one method

One is a worker, and the other a mace-bearer

Each person has their own worthy work

When this one seeks this work, and that one seeks another

The entire world becomes chaotic

In bondage is he who was impure

The world suffers from his actions

You remain late, and you are happy

Towards joy, you turn to your own practice

They all heard the king’s words

Beware of that man with his apparatus

Then all the notable people of the city

Anyone who is bad is deprived of crown and treasure

They went with joy and desire

All their hearts were adorned with his command

Fereydun the wise, comforted them

He placed them in their rightful positions

He gave them advice and praised them

He remembered the Creator of the world

He said, this is my place

For it is bright with the good stars of your house

For the pure Yazdan from among the group

Raised us from the Alborz mountains

So that the world from the evil dragon

With the command of my mace, may be freed

When forgiveness brings the gift of kindness

It is good to follow the path of kindness

I am the master of the world, from head to toe

It is not right to sit in one place

Otherwise, I would be here too

I would have passed many days with you

The guests before him kissed the dust

The sound of the trumpet rose from the doorway

Moment by moment, the army left the city

And from that city, no benefit was found

They carried Zahhak bound in disgrace

Thrown wretchedly on a camel's back

They drove him in this manner to Shir-Khwan

The world, when you hear this, is an old story

Many eras have passed over mountains and plains

And many more will pass

Thus tightly bound, Zahhak

Was taken to Shir-Khwan by the vigilant fate

They drove him into the mountain

He wanted to cut off his head

Then the blessed Soroush came

And whispered a secret in his ear

Take this bound man to Mount Damavand

Drive him like a lone Arab

Take no one but one who chooses you

And holds you in times of hardship

They brought Zahhak swiftly

And bound him to Mount Damavand

Within the mountain, they chose a narrow place for him

They found a hidden cave

They brought heavy nails

To a place where his brain was not

They bound his hands to that mountain rock

So that he would remain in hardship for a long time

They bound him hanging in that manner

And his heart's blood dripped to the ground

Zahhak's name became like dust

The world was cleansed of his evil

He was severed from his kin and ties

Left bound in that manner