They went, and the face of the sky became dark

The heavens were astonished by Sohrab

You would say that the sky was created from his fighting

He would not rest from charging for a moment

And if his horse is covered in iron underneath

He is miraculously swift and has an iron body

The dark night came towards his army

His waist worn out from fighting and from his dagger

He said to Homan, that today the sun

Rose and filled the world with strife and turmoil

What did that brave rider do to you?

Who had the mane of heroes and the manner of a lion

Homan said to him, that the king's command

Was such that the army should not move from here

All our affairs were very disordered

What was the beginning of the turning away?

A quarrelsome man came

And set his face towards this vast army

You would say that he has now risen from drunkenness

Or he has prepared for battle alone

Sohrab said thus, that from this army

He did not destroy anyone from the brave warriors

I have killed many from the Iranians

I have stained the earth with blood and mud

Now a feast must be prepared

Grief must be reduced from the heart with wine

And from that side, Rostam saw the army

He spoke with Giev and conversed

That today Sohrab, the battle-tester

How did he set foot in battle?

Thus said brave Giev to Rostam

That we have never seen such a warrior

He came rushing to the heart of the army

He sought vengeance on Tus from the army

That he was on the saddle with a spear in his hand

Like Gorgin, he descended and mounted

He came, and when he saw him with a spear

He roared like a fierce lion

He struck him on the chest with a bent mace

With force, his helmet fell from his head

He did not resist him, he turned away

Many warriors became eager to fight

None of the warriors had his strength

Except for Piltan, none had his stature

We maintained the previous custom

We simply appointed an army for him

No rider went against him alone

He was attacking from the center to the right wing

Rostam became grieved by his words

He turned his face towards King Kavus

When King Kavus saw the champion

He chose a place near himself for him

Rostam began to speak about Sohrab

He was mentioning his height and strength

That no child in the world has reached

Such bravery and heroism has not been seen

In height, he almost touches the stars

His body inclines towards the earth

His two arms and thighs are like the thighs of an elephant

Indeed, he has greater thickness

With mace, sword, arrow, and lasso

We tested his strength in every way

Finally, I said that before this

I have unhorsed many warriors

I grabbed the strap of his belt

I squeezed his joints tightly

I wanted to pull him from the saddle

Like other people, throw him to the ground

If even a mountain of thorns is shaken by the wind

That famous warrior would not be shaken on his saddle

When tomorrow he comes to the battlefield

I must resort to wrestling

I will strive, I do not know who will be victorious

Let us see what God's will is

For from Him is victory, glory, and strength

He is the creator of the moon and the sun

Kavus, by the pure God, said to him

May He tear the heart of your ill-wisher to pieces

Tonight, before the Creator of the world

I will rub my two cheeks on the ground many times

For from Him is victory and power

By His command, the moon shines from the sky

May He refresh your desire this time

May He raise your name to the sun

Rostam said to him, with the king's glory

All the desires of the well-wishers will be fulfilled

He turned his face towards his camp

His soul full of thought and his head seeking vengeance

Zavareh came, with a troubled soul

To see how the champion was today

Rostam first asked him for food

Then he cleansed his heart of worries

Thus he spoke to his brother

That be vigilant and do not act rashly

When I go to the battlefield at dawn

I will go before that Turk who seeks battle

Bring my army and my banner

And also my throne and my golden shoes

Stay in front of the tent

When the shining sun rises from its place

If I am victorious in battle

I will not delay on the battlefield

And if the talk turns out differently

Do not start lamenting and do not be hasty

Let no one remain on this battlefield

Do not seek a way towards battle

Go all of you towards Zabulistan

From here, go to Dastan's presence

Make my mother's heart content

Thus God has decreed my fate

Tell her not to attach her heart to me

For there is no benefit in being sad

No one remains immortal in the world

From fate, I have no excuse left

Many lions, demons, leopards, and whales

Were destroyed by my grasp in times of war

Many fortresses and castles that we brought down

No one brought my hand under his control

He who has the strength to move his feet

And bring his horse into the field, will knock on death's door

Even if years passed more than a thousand

This will be the end of the matter

When she is content, tell Dastan

Not to turn his face away from the king of the world

If he prepares for war, do not be weak

Proceed as he speaks from the heart

We are all destined to die, old and young

No one remains immortal in the world

He said it was midnight

The other half was for rest and sleep