When news came to King Kavus

That the life of Siavash was ruined

Like birds, his head from his body

Was separated by the leader of that assembly

His innocent cloud (body) with a dagger pitifully

They cut off the head from that royal body

The nightingale laments from the branch of the cypress

Like the francolin under the flowers with the pheasant

The whole city of Turan is full of sorrow and pain

Inside the thicket, the pomegranate leaves are yellow

They started lamenting in every mountain

There was no helper and no seeker

When King Kavus heard this

His famous head was turned upside down from the throne

He tore his chest and clothes and scratched his face

He came down to the dust from the high throne

The Iranians went with lamentation

Bound for that mourning, with wailing in their midst

All eyes full of blood and faces yellow

Tongues full of remembrance of Siavash

Like Tus and like Gudarz and brave Giv

Like Shapur and Farhad and lion-like Raham

All have made their clothes blue and black

All have dust on their heads instead of hats

Then news came towards Nimruz

Near the leader illuminating the world

That from the city of Iran arose a cry

Dark dust rose in turmoil

Kavus scattered dust on his mane

He tore all his royal garments

When Tahamtan heard, he fainted

From Zabul, a cry arose in wailing

Zal scratched his face with his claws

He poured dust from his branches and mane

When a week passed with mourning and sadness

On the eighth day, the trumpet sounded

A large army on elephants

Gathered from Kashmir and Kabul

They set their faces towards the court of Kavus

Their eyes full of tears and their hearts full of revenge

When they reached near the city of Iran

They tore all their Pahlavi garments

He swore by the Creator, the Sustainer

That never will my body fight without weapons

I will not wash my head from the dust

All over my body there will be sorrow and mourning

My helmet and sword are my cup

The raw iron of my arm is my trap

When he came near King Kavus

His head was full of dust and his feet full of dust

He said to him, "O evil-natured king!

You have scattered, and your seed has come to fruit

Your love for Sudabeh, the ill-tempered one

Has taken the crown of kingship from your head

Now you openly see

That you are sitting on the wave of the sea

From the thought of wisdom and the mighty king

A great loss has come upon us

The one who was the leader of the assembly

A shroud is better for him than the command of a woman

Siavash was ruined by the words of a woman

Blessed is the woman who was not born of a mother

Alas for that chest and height and stature of his

His steed and his royal adornments

Alas for that famous rider

That time will not see another like him

When he was in the feast, he was like spring

In battle, he was the crown of the famous ones

I fight with a weeping eye

I burn the world like my own heart

Kavus looked at his face

He saw bloody tears and that love of his

He gave no answer to him out of shame

Warm water poured from his eyes

Tahamtan went from beside his throne

He set his face towards the house of Sudabeh

He dragged her out from behind the curtain by her hair

He dragged her down from her great throne into blood

He cut her in two with a dagger on the spot

King Kavus did not move from his place

He came to the court with mourning and pain

His heart full of blood, his eyes weeping, his face yellow

The whole city of Iran went into mourning

Full of pain, they went near Rostam

When a week passed with mourning and tears

He sat in the court full of pain and anger

On the eighth day, he struck the brazen flute and drum

Gudarz and Tus came to the court

Like Farhad and Shidosh and Gurgin and Giv

Like Bahram and Raham and new Shapur

Fariburz, the fierce lion of Kavus

Garazeh, who was a brave dragon

Faramarz, the son of Rostam, who was in the front

The guardian of every border and the new leader

Rostam said to the warriors thus:

I have given my heart and soul and body for this revenge

That in the world, like Siavash, a rider

No famous one will ever gird his loins

Do not consider such a deed as small at all

Such a revenge cannot be considered small

Remove all fear from your hearts

Make the land of the Jihun River flow with blood

By God, as long as I am alive in the world

My heart is filled with revenge for Siavash

On that golden basin where his blood

Was spilled, unseen, unjustly

I will rub my face and eyes on it

Perhaps the pain and anger in my heart will lessen

And if my hand is still bound

And placed around my neck in a yoke

Abased in the dust like a sheep

They drag my two arms with a bent lasso

And if not, I and my mace and sharp sword

Will stir up a resurrection in the world

My two eyes will see nothing but the dust of battle

Wine and cup and feast are forbidden to me

At the court of every champion that was

When he heard such a voice from Rostam

All raised a cry with him

You would say that the field came to a boil

From the field, a cry rose to the clouds

You would say the earth became the prey of a lion

(Someone) struck the die on the back of the elephants with a cup

The heroes drew their swords from their sheaths

The bellowing of the cowhide drum arose

The sound of the brazen flute and the brazen horn

The world was filled with the vengeance of Afrasiab

You would say that the water came to a boil in the sea

There was no place for the walker on the earth

The air remained in ambush from the spears

First, the star came into the war

The earth and time washed their hands of blood

The warriors of Iran girded their loins

In front of them was the Kavian banner

Then Rostam of Zabul chose

From the warriors, the swordsmen of Kabul

From Iran and from the thicket of the Narun tree

Ten and two thousand assembled heroes

Faramarz was at the head of the army

Who was the son of Gu and the new leader

He went until he reached the border of Turan

He did not see anyone from the enemy on the way

In that border, King Sipijab was

Who was with an army and treasure and water

Varazad was the name of that champion

Brave and army-attacking and with a bright soul

His army was thirty thousand swordsmen

All battle-seeking from the gate of war

Varazad went from the center of the army

He came near to the valiant Faramarz

He asked and said to him, "Tell me, what man are you?

Why have you turned your face towards this border?"

It is fitting if you tell me your name

And seek the end of this affair of yours

Perhaps you have come by the command of the king

Or if you have come from the champion of the army

What news do you have of Afrasiab?

Of his throne and crown and majestic throne?

It should not be that without a name, at my hand

Your soul should come out of your dark body

Faramarz said, "O unfortunate speaker!

I am the burden of that royal tree

That from his name, the lion twists

When he brings wrath, the elephant becomes lifeless

Me, with you, the ill-natured demon-born

Why should I mention my name?

Tell the elephant-bodied one with the army is behind

That in the world, his avenger is enough

With vengeance for Siavash, a belt around his waist

He fastened it and came like a roaring lion

He will raise smoke from this worthless border

The air around him will not be able to bear it

Varazad heard his words

He considered his fight insignificant

He commanded the army, "Prepare

Put all the bows on the string"

He drew up the ranks of the army on both sides

They put iron helmets on their heads

From every side arose the cry of the warriors

The ear became deaf from the wailing of the drums

When the sound of the drums and trumpets came

Faramarz's heart leaped from its place

In one attack, from the warriors, a thousand

He threw down and returned from the battle

He made another attack, a thousand and two hundred

He said to Varazad, "This army is nothing"

For today is the divine favor

The recompense for evil is from God, evil

Such a vast army and so many riders

Became panic-stricken from one famous man

Faramarz went with a spear in his hand

He blocked Varazad's path to God

When the warrior Faramarz saw him

He raised a roar like a roaring lion

He spurred his black horse from its place

He tightened his grip on the spear

He struck one spear on his belt

Which broke the fastening beneath his armor

He lifted him up from the saddle with such force

That you would say he holds a mosquito in his hand

He threw him to the ground and came down

He gave some greetings to Siavash

He removed his famous head from his body

He stained his shirt with blood

He said, "This is the first head of revenge

The seed of conflict has been scattered and grown"

He set fire to the whole land

Smoke rose to the high sky

He wrote a letter to his father

About the deed of the quarrelsome Varazad

That when I opened the door to vengeance and war

I lifted him from the saddle of his leopard

In revenge for Siavash, I cut off his head

I set fire to his country

And from that side, a messenger came on the way

To the leader of the Turan army

That Rostam, the elephant-bodied, has come for revenge

The great men of Iran have gathered

They pitifully cut off Varazad's head

They stirred up destruction from the border of Turan

They completely defeated the army

They set fire to the land

When Afrasiab heard this news

He became sad from the old deeds

No unbridled horses remained on the plain

The shepherd brought the herd to the field

In the treasure, the mace and armor

The same spear and dagger of the Indians

The same treasure of dinars and pearls and jewels

The same crown and golden belt

He took the key from the treasurer

He scattered money in all the palaces and fields

When the entire army was arrayed

Wealth was scattered among them

The brazen drum and Indian bell were struck

The riders made their decision for battle

The commander drew the army out of the defile

And led the army from the narrow place to the plain

He sent for and summoned Sorkheh

And told him many stories of Rostam

He said to him, "O swordsman of thirty thousand!

Take the famous one from the battlefield"

Protect your life from the evil son of Zal

In battle, no one is equal to him

You are my son and my well-wisher

You are the pillar of the army and my moon

When you are awake of heart and a seeker of the way

Who dares to set his face against your face?

Now be in the front and be awake

And guard the army from the enemy

Sorkheh went out from before his father

And led the banner and the army to the plain

When the scout saw the dust of the fierce army

He turned and went towards Faramarz

From the army of Iran rose the sound of the drum

From the dust of the army, the air became ebony

The roar of the riders and the dust of the army

Made the world like night, the moon was hidden

The flashing of the diamond-like sword

The spearheads, tempered and bloodied

You would say that vapor rose in the world

They kindled the fire of battle

From the slain, heads were thrown on every side

The earth became a mountain from one end to the other

When Sorkheh saw such a battle

He saw the banner of Faramarz, the leader

He gave the reins to his proud brown horse

He entered with his spear and gave back his bow

Faramarz left the center of the army

And with his spear, he sought revenge against Sorkheh

He struck one spear like Azargoshasp

And cut him from the saddle towards the horse's mane

From the Turks, they came to his aid

They came full of war and conflict-seeking

From the turmoil of the Turks and the hard battle

Faramarz's spear became broken piece by piece

Sorkheh knew that his (Faramarz's) footing

Was not firm, he became carefree and turned his face

Then Faramarz, with his sharp sword

Attacked and stirred up a resurrection

The riders of Iran, like demons

Rushed after him, raising a cry

When Faramarz found Sorkheh in his grasp

He pounced in such a way that a leopard pounces

He grabbed his belt and from behind the saddle

Lifted him up and threw him suddenly to the ground

He threw him down, humiliated, on foot

And brought him to the camp from the battlefield

The banner of Tahamtan at that moment from the way

Appeared, along with the dust of elephants and army

Faramarz went before his father like dust

Victorious from the battles of the time

Before him, Sorkheh was with bound hands

And Varazad's mane was made low

All the caves and plains were full of slain

The heads of the enemies were turned back from the battle

The army recited praises for the champion

For that famous young son

Tahamtan also praised him

And gave many things to the dervish

The elephant-bodied one told a story about him

That whoever raises his head from the assembly

Must have wisdom and a famous essence

Skill as a friend and culture as his teacher

When he brings these jewels in their place

He becomes brave and brings forth wings and feet

From the fire, you will not see anything but kindling

When a world comes before it, it will burn

It is not surprising if Faramarz is rebellious

For steel has a heart full of fire

When he brings it to the hard rock

He reveals the secret of his heart

Then the elephant-bodied one looked at Sorkheh

He was a free cypress on the meadow

His chest like the chest of a lion and his face like spring

With black musk, he had painted on the flower

Then he ordered that they should take him to the plain

With a dagger and guards and a basin

They should bind his hands with a bent lasso

They should put him to sleep on the ground like a sheep

Like Siavash, his head from his body

They should cut off, and the vulture should cover his shroud

When Tus, the commander of the army, heard this, he went

And set his face towards shedding blood

Sorkheh said to him, "O exalted king!

Why do you shed the blood of me, innocent?"

Siavash was my peer and friend

My soul is full of pain and sorrow for him

My eyes were full of tears day and night

My two lips were always open in cursing

Upon the one who took that basin and dagger

Upon the one who took that king's head

The heart of Tus brought great compassion

For that famous one with turned-back fortune

He came to Rostam and said this word

That the son of the commander threw down the foundation

Rostam said, "If the king

Is so wounded in heart and mourning"

May the heart and soul of Afrasiab always

Be full of pain and his two eyes full of tears

Zavareh should bring that same basin and dagger

And entrust it to those guards of the army

They should pitifully cut off his head with the dagger

For a moment he cried out, and the matter was reversed

They hung his severed head and body on the gallows

And turned his two feet upside down over his head

He scattered dust on that slain one out of vengeance

And they tore his body with the dagger

O world, what do you want from your creatures?

What creatures, who have taken away the sorrow of those whose hearts are burned?