A pitch-black night, the moon hidden

Inside the sleep, birds, beasts, and animals

Thus, the leader Piran saw in a dream

That a candle was lit from the sun

Siavash, with a sword in his hand upon the candle

Said aloud, "It is not right to sit still,"

Free your head from this sweet sleep

Remember one thing from the end of the world

That it is a day of new customs and a new celebration

The night of the feast of the noble Kai Khosrow

The commander trembled in his sweet sleep

Golshahr, who shone like the sun, stirred

Piran said to him, "Arise and go,"

Go gracefully before Farangis

I saw Siavash now in a dream

More radiant than the sun upon the sky

Who said to me, "How long will you sleep? Do not wait,"

Come to the celebration of Kai Khosrow, the world-seeker

Golshahr went towards the moon

Who had been separated from the king, the moon

She saw and returned quickly with joy

At the same time, the world became full of sound

She came with joy and said to Piran

That this is a pair of sun and moon according to custom

Come in and see the wonder

The greatness and opinion of the world's creator

You would say it is not fitting except for the crown

Or the armor and helmet and plunder

The commander came to the king

He made many praises and scattered them upon him

For that height and stature and that branch and mane

You would say years have passed over him

His two eyes full of tears for Siavash

He cursed Afrasiab

Thus he said to the famous assembly

That even if my soul is severed from this speech

I will not allow anyone to lay a hand on this king

Even if he delivers me into the jaws of a whale

At the time when the sun-faced one appeared

The dark-hearted one's head fell into sleep

When the army's champion awoke

He came running to the king

He waited until the place was cleared

He approached that famous throne

He said to him, "O sun-shining, greater one,"

World-holder, awake, and enchanter

Last night, a servant was added to the door

You would say that wisdom has been given to him

No one remains in goodness except you

You would say that he is just on the king's throne

If the day would return to Tur

You would need to see his face

You would say that Fereydun is in his place

In glory and in face and in hand and in foot

No painter will see anyone like him in the palace

The king's glory was renewed by him

Cleanse your heart from evil thoughts

Raise your crown and raise your heart

The world-creator made it so clear

That war and injustice and vengeance were दूर from it

His soul was in pain from the blood of Siavash

He brought a cold sigh to his lips

He became ashamed of what he had done

He had been hurt by idle talk

He said to him, "I, from this newcomer, many

Have heard words from everyone

The days are full of turmoil and war because of him

I remember everything from the teacher

That from the lineage of Tur and from Keykavous

A king will raise his head with lineage

The world will need his kindness

All the city of Turan will pray to him

Now, whatever was meant to be, has been

Grief and suffering and thought are of no use

Do not keep him among the group

Send him to the shepherds on the mountain

So that he does not know who I myself am

Why I have entrusted him to them

He will not learn wisdom or lineage from anyone

He will not remember the past deeds

He said what came to his mind from these words

He considered this old house all new

What will you do, since the solution is not in your hands?

It is long in the palate and not in your power

If now you see evil from the times

He will also be a teacher in goodness

The champion came to the door, happy

In his heart, he had good thoughts about everything

He began to worship the world creator

He began to praise the king of the world

He was full of thought until he reached the palace

Of what will appear from that suffering and kindness

He summoned the shepherds of Mount Qala

And spoke some words about that child

That you should keep him like a pure soul

The wind and dust should not see him

His days should not be difficult

If his eyes and heart desire (something)

He gave the shepherd many things

He also sent a wet nurse with him

He entrusted that heart and eye to them

The world-seeker, the approved hero

The turning sky also passed over this

Kindness bestowed a face upon Khosrow

When the proud speaker became seven years old

Skill with his lineage whispered secrets

He made a bow from wood and a string from gut

He threw the string's knot from every side

He made an arrow with a feather and arrowhead

In the plain, he made the intention to hunt

When he became ten years old, he became a strong hero

He came to wound boars and bears and wolves

And from that place, he went to lions and leopards

The same bent wood was his instrument of war

Thus, until this time passed

He came by the order of the teacher

The shepherd came in from the mountain and the plain

He lamented and passed near Piran

That I, from this proud, unrestrained lion

Have come to the champion with the herd

First, he hunted deer

He did not seek lions and the fight of leopards

Now, near him, the fight of the roaring lion

Is the same, and the hunting of deer is the same

It should not be that harm comes upon him

The tall champion will hang me

When Piran heard, he laughed and said

Lineage and skill do not remain hidden

He sat upon his horse, stroking its mane

He came to Khosrow, the lion-crusher

He ordered that he be brought before him with kindness

Piran looked upon that glory and face

He embraced him for a long time

He whispered secrets with the pure judge

Keykhosrow, of pure faith, said to him

May the shining land of Turan be yours

Because anyone who does not know you

Will not call you anything but kind

To take a shepherd's son like this in your arms

And you are not ashamed of anyone

The wise man's heart burned for him

His face lit up like fire

He said to him, "O memorial of the great ones,"

Approved and not entrusted to the world

That you are the crown on the head of kings

Who says that you are the son of shepherds?

No one of your essence is a shepherd

And I have much of this story with me

For the young man, he wanted a horse and height

He also wanted the kingly clothes

He strode into the palace together with him

His soul was sad for Siavash

He nurtured him in his embrace

His days turned happily with him

Some time also passed in this way

He held kindness for the king in his mind

On a dark night, at the time of rest and sleep

Someone came from near Afrasiab

In that darkness, he summoned the champion

He spoke many past words

That from evil thoughts, my heart all night

Twisted and from grief, I was about to break

From this child who came from Siavash

You said that my day became unseen

The grandson of Fereydun, raised by shepherds

How does this fit with wisdom and intellect?

If evil is written to me from him

It is not right to pass over it, for it is divine

Since he does not remember past deeds

He will live happily, and we too will be happy

And if he reveals any bad habit

His head must be cut off like his father's

Piran said to him, "O king,"

You yourself need no teacher

A small child like the innocent ones

What sign does he have of past deeds?

Do not think this yourself and do not strive for evil

What did that very wise, intelligent man say?

That the provider is superior to the father

Even if the offspring has affection for the mother

First, make me happy with the pact

Remember one of the oaths of the kings

Fereydun, in justice and on the throne and with the crown

Always kept watch over righteousness

When Afrasiab heard from Piran

The warrior's head came out of sleep

He swore a strong royal oath

By the white day and the azure night

By the creator who created this world

The sky and beasts and animals and souls he created

That no oppression will come to this child from me

Nor will I ever strike him with a sharp blade

Piran kissed the ground and said

O just king, without peer and mate

I am safe from this bond and your oath

Now my soul and body have found peace

And from there, he came running to Khosrow

With a crimson face and a happy heart

He said to him, "Banish worry from your heart,"

When he brings battle, make his answer a feast

Do not go before him except in madness

Do not turn your tongue except in estrangement

Do not turn in any way towards wisdom

Perhaps this one day will pass over you

He placed the Kayan crown upon his head

He fastened the Kayan belt around his waist

He wanted a fine, swift-footed horse

That pure-minded speaker sat upon it

He came to the court of Afrasiab

The world had filled its eyes with tears for him

He came forward and said, "Open the way,"

That a newcomer has come before the court

The heroic king went forward

The commander Piran led him forward

He came near Afrasiab

The نیا's face became full of tears from his shame

At that kingly mane and his claws

At that branch and that glory and his throne

He looked for a moment and saw well

The color of his face began to disappear

The champion's body became trembling like a willow

Hope was severed from the pure young soul

For a moment, he was like that, then his face opened

Time brought kindness into his heart

He asked, "O newly arrived youth,"

What knowledge do you have of the world's affairs?

What do you do among the sheep?

How do you entrust the earth?

He answered thus, "There is no hunting,"

I myself have no bow and feathered arrow

He asked him again about his teacher

About good and evil and the turning of the times

He said to him, "In the place where the leopard is,"

It tears the hearts of the sharp-clawed people

Thirdly, he asked him about his mother and father

About the palace and the city and food and sleep

He answered thus: "A tearing lion

Will not bring a fighting dog under (his power)

Khosrow laughed at his words

And turned his face towards the army's champion

He said to him, "This one has no heart in its place,"

I ask him about the head, and he brings the answer from the foot

Indeed, good and evil do not come from him

The vengeful people were not like this

Go, entrust this one well to his mother

Into the hands of a pious man

Send him to the side of Siavash's hero

Do not bring the evil teacher near him at all

From horse and servant and more and less

Give whatever is needed from treasure and money

The commander hastened a little over this

He took him out from before Afrasiab

He came to his own palace, lit up

Striding and his evil eye cast (on him)

He said, "From the just creator,"

A new tree has come to bear fruit for the world

He opened the old treasures

He prepared everything of every kind for the king

From dinar and brocade and sword and gem

From horse and weapon and hat and belt

Also from the throne and from bags of money

From carpets and from more and less

He sent them towards that city

Where all of it had become a thorn forest

Farangis and Keykhosrow arrived there

Many people appeared from every side

They entrusted the land one by one to their eyes

The tongues of beasts and animals full of praise

Everyone who had skill said

Thanks to the just judge of the world

That from that uprooted auspicious tree

Such a strong branch has grown

May the evil eye be far from the Kayan king

May the soul of Siavash be full of light

All the soil of that city became happy

Grass on the meadow became a free cypress tree

From the soil that drank the blood of Siavash

A tree rose from the dust into the cloud

His face was painted on the leaves

All the scent of musk came from his love

He was a moon-like sign of spring

He was a place of worship for the mourners

Such is the way of this old hag (referring to the world/fortune)

It takes the milk of the breast from the child

When the heart's affection is attached to the world

It suddenly brings his head into the dust

You should not seek from it anything but happiness

Do not smell the leaf of sorrow in the garden of the world

Whether you have a crown or are in need

You will not see the delay of time

Do not grieve your soul, for this house is not yours

Except for the narrow coffin, there is no place for you

What is the point of storing, sit down to eat

In the hope of the treasure of the world-creator

When he came near the tip of sixty swords (years old)

Do not give wine, for the man has become intoxicated from age

Age has given me a staff instead of reins

Wealth has scattered and the state has changed

The same watchman on the mountain top

Does not see the king's army

He does not know how to pull the reins from the enemy

Unless the spear comes before his eyelashes

The swift-footed horse that gallops

The same malevolent finger tied it (the horse) to a bond

The same ear became satiated from his voice

His is both the melody of the nightingale and the roar of the lion

When I lifted the cup of fifty-eight (years old)

I do not take except the memory of the coffin and the basin

Alas for that flower and musk and thirty (measures) of sweet water

The same sharp Persian sword

The dust of the wild rose and pheasant does not turn

It wants the flower of the pomegranate tree and the branch of the cypress

I ask from the luminous creator

That I may find so much time from the times

That from this famous ancient book

I may leave one story in the world

That whoever gives justice in speech

They will not remember me except for good

Know that my world is also a seeker

That it is with a sharp sword and with a crown

I am a servant of the Prophet's household

The composer of the dust of the successor's foot

I was born on this and I will also pass away on this

Know that I am the dust of Haidar's foot

I have no business with others

There is no speech in this matter

Now return to the speech of the peasant

Look and see what the composing man says