When he heard these harsh words,

He hid his face from him and showed his back (turned away).

From above, he struck him a swift backhand,

Knocked him down and came and sat in his place.

He put on his armor and placed on his head,

A Chinese helmet like the wind.

From his fierceness, his blood boiled,

He sat upon his swift-paced steed.

He roared and took his spear in his hand,

He went to the battlefield like a drunken elephant.

No one from the renowned ones of the Iranian army,

Dared to look at him.

From his feet and stirrups, and from his hand and reins,

From his arm and his tempered spear.

After that, the brave ones gathered,

They said, “This is the brave Giv.”

“It is not easy to look at him,

Who dares to go before him as a warrior?”

After that, the brave Sohrab roared,

He was counting off King Kavus.

He said thus to the free king,

“How is your work on the battlefield?”

“Why have you made a name for yourself Kavus Kay (king),

When in war you have neither strength nor foot (ability)?”

“I will roast your body on this spear,

I will make the stars weep for this deed.”

“I swore a strong oath at the feast,

On that night when Zhanda-Razm was killed,”

“That I will not leave a single spearman from Iran,

I will hang King Kavus alive.”

“Who do you have from the Iranians with sharp claws (warriors),

Who will come before me at the time of war?”

He kept saying this and was very agitated,

No one from Iran gave an answer.

He came roaring to the pavilion,

He thrust his spear upwards.

He bent his spear and then made it straight,

He struck his spear and uprooted seventy pegs.

The pavilion partially collapsed,

The sound of trumpets arose from every side.

The brave warriors of the brave army fled,

Like wild asses from the claws of a lion.

Kavus became sad and called out,

From these renowned ones of blessed lineage,

Someone should go to Rostam with news,

That the brains of the warriors have become empty from this Turk.

“I have no rider to be his opponent,

No one from Iran can do this deed.”

Tus went and took Kavus's message,

He recounted the heard words before him.

Rostam said to him, “Every king,

Who has suddenly called for me,”

“Sometimes it was treasure, sometimes preparations for a feast,

I have seen nothing from Kavus except the hardship of war.”

He ordered for Rakhsh to be saddled,

The riders should make their brows full of wrinkles (be ready).

Rostam looked at the plain from the tent,

He saw Giv passing by on the way.

He placed the shining saddle on Rakhsh,

Gorgin was saying, “Hurry up!”

Raham was tightening his horse's girth,

Tus had put his hand on his armor.

This one said to that one, that one said to this one quickly,

When Tahmtan heard the sound from the tent,

He said in his heart, “This is the work of Ahriman (evil),

This uprising is not for one person.”

He clapped his hands and put on his tiger skin (armor),

He fastened that royal belt around his waist.

He sat upon Rakhsh and took the road,

Zavareh was the guardian of the place and the army.

They took his banner with him,

He went, contentious and frowning.

When he saw Sohrab with his mane and stature,

His chest as broad as Sam's in battle.

He said to him, “Let us go aside from here,

Let us both go to the battlefield together.”

Sohrab rubbed his palms together,

He went to the battlefield ahead of the ranks.

He said thus to Rostam as he passed,

“The war and battle from me have turned towards you.”

“You will not want any other helper from Iran,

When I am with you in battle, it is enough.”

“You have no place on the battlefield,

You cannot withstand even one fist of mine.”

“With your tall stature and your shoulders and mane,

Your stature has gained strength from many years.”

Rostam looked at that glorious one,

At that hand, mane, and long stirrup.

He said to him softly, “O warm-hearted young man,

The earth is cold and dry, and words are warm and soft.”

“In my old age, I have seen many battlefields,

I have brought down many armies to the ground.”

“Many demons have become mounds in my battles,

I have not seen such that I would be defeated.”

“Look at me if you see me in battle,

If you remain alive, do not fear the sea monster.”

“The sea and the mountain have seen me in battle,

With the renowned warriors of the Turan group.”

“What I have done, the stars are my witness,

Through bravery, the world is under my feet.”

He said to him, “I will ask you a question,

The foundation of it must all be truth.”

“I think that you are Rostam,

If you are from the lineage of the renowned Niram.”

He gave this answer: “I am not Rostam,

Nor am I from the lineage of Sam.”

“He is a hero, and I am lesser than him,

I am not with throne and place nor with crown.”

Sohrab became hopeless from (this loss of) hope,

The face of the white day became dark for him.