When the king brought the sealed letter,

Rostam, the world-seeker, had traveled the road.

He placed the heavy mace on the saddle,

When he arrived near Mazandaran.

The king was informed that King Kavus

Had sent a letter.

A messenger like a fierce lion,

With a lasso bent on his saddle-strap.

Beneath him, a pacing steed,

It was as if a battle elephant was on his body.

When the leader of Mazandaran heard,

He chose some leaders from the warriors.

He ordered them to go to the استقبال (greeting),

They went to استقبال the furious lion.

When Tahmtan's (Rostam's) eyes fell upon them,

He saw a thick-branched tree on the road.

He uprooted it and took it in his hand like a javelin,

The whole army remained in astonishment.

He threw it when he reached near them,

Many riders were brought under the branch (injured).

One took his hand and squeezed it,

He hurt him for the sake of testing.

Rostam, the elephant-bodied, laughed at him,

The eyes of that assembly were astonished by him.

With that laugh, he squeezed his hand,

He cut his veins from his hand and changed his face's color.

The warrior lost consciousness,

He fell from his horse to the ground.

One went to the king of Mazandaran,

He told what he had seen from beginning to end.

A rider whose name was Kalahoor,

Mazandaran was full of excitement because of him.

He was like a furious leopard in nature,

He desired nothing but war.

He summoned him to go forward for the greeting,

He placed him above the rotating sky (elevated him in status).

He said to him, 'Go before the messenger,

Display your skills anew.'

Do so that Rakhsh (Rostam's horse) becomes full of shame,

And brings warm tears to his eyes from shame.

Kalahoor came like a brave lion,

Before the world-ruling, brave man.

He asked questions like a leopard,

With a frowning face, he then gave him his hand.

The proud elephant (Rostam) squeezed his hand,

His hand became like indigo from the pain.

He twisted and kept the thought of him away,

He had a charter of bravery from the sun (he was extremely brave).

Kalahoor squeezed his hand hard,

His nails fell like leaves from a tree.

With his hand hanging (injured),

His tendons, skin, and nails fallen off.

He brought it (his injured hand) and showed it and said to the king,

That pain cannot be hidden from oneself.

Peace is better for you than war,

Do not make your heart narrow (do not distress yourself).

You have no power against such a champion,

If he becomes obedient, there is nothing better than tribute.

We will accept from the city of Mazandaran,

We will forgive the young and the old.

We will make such a difficult hardship easy,

It is better than making lives fearful.

Tahmtan (Rostam) came at the same time,

Like a furious lion, he reached the king.

He looked and seated himself appropriately,

He asked about Kavus and his army.

He spoke of the journey and the long hardship,

How he traveled in descent and ascent.

After that, he said to him, 'Are you Rostam?

Who possesses shoulders and Pahlavi arms (strong arms)?'

He replied thus: 'I am a servant,

If I am indeed worthy of servitude.'

Where he (Kavus) is, I am not to be compared,

For he is a champion, a hero, and a rider.'

He then gave the famous letter to him,

The message of the self-willed world-seeker (Kavus).

He said, 'He who brought the sword,

Brought the heads of the rebels to his side.'

When he heard the message and read the letter,

He became displeased and remained in astonishment.

He said to Rostam thus, 'This seeking

What is the need for this pointless conversation?'

Tell him, 'You are the leader of Iran,

Even though you have the heart and grip of lions.'

I am the king of Mazandaran with an army,

On a golden throne and with a crown on my head.'

To summon me to his presence needlessly,

Was neither the custom of kings nor the previous tradition.'

Think and do not seek the throne of great men,

For from this superiority, disgrace will come upon him.'

Turn your reins towards the Iranian court,

Otherwise, your time will be ended by spears.'

If I move from my place with my army,

You will not see your head from your feet (you will be destroyed).

You have undoubtedly fallen into doubt,

Choose one path and throw away your bow.'

When I bring hardship upon him,

All your conversation will come to an end.'

Rostam looked with a clear mind,

At the king, the army, the soldiers, and the champions.

His words did not agree with his mind (he did not accept his words),

His head became sharper for battle with him (he became more determined to fight).

When Tahmtan (Rostam) arose to go on his way,

He ordered that royal robes be brought.

He did not accept from him (the king) clothes, horses, and gold,

For he considered those crown and belt a disgrace.

He came displeased from his (the king's) presence,

He saw his stars and moon all dark (he was very upset).

He came out of the city of Mazandaran,

His head had become heavy from those words.

When he came near the king,

His vengeful heart full of boiling blood.

Whatever he saw and heard from Mazandaran,

He revealed everything to the king of Iran.

And after that, he said to him, 'Do not think about anything,

Be brave and prepare for battle with the demons.'

The brave ones and heroes of that assembly,

Know that they are contemptible in my eyes.'