When he had completed his work, he sat down

Like a storm, he closed the path with his strength

He placed a Roman helmet upon his head

And one underneath him like the wind

The wild boars came to the gate of Sam

They gave no cry and did not utter a name

He told the warriors to act suddenly

To speak with the proud lord of the world

A messenger has arrived from Kabul

To the general of the Zabul tribe

He gathered a message from Mehrab

And brought it to the conqueror-general Sam

He came to Sam, the lord of the land

He spoke and commanded that the load be given

Sindokht dismounted from her horse and walked

She walked proudly toward the general

She kissed the ground and gave praise

To the king and the hero of the earth

She presented offerings, servants, horses, and elephants

And brought forth ranks of warriors from the gate, stretching two miles

One by one, they brought them before Sam

The head of the hero was amazed when he saw them

He sat down, deep in thought and drunk with confusion

He raised his hand in a gesture of lowliness and shame

Where a place for such riches could ever exist

What custom is this, sending a woman?

If I accept all of this request

The king of the flock will be distressed by me

And if I send Zal back from here

He will raise his wings like the Simurgh

He raised his head and said, 'This request is'

Servants and elephants, all arranged

Take this to the treasure keeper's hands

And give it in the name of Kabul's moon

The fairy-faced Sindokht stood before Sam

She spoke eloquently and with a joyful heart

When she saw the gifts accepted

She saw the good fortune had come and the bad had gone

Three idol-like beauties were with her

Jasmine-bodied and tall as cypresses

Each held a goblet in hand

She commanded them to sit in place

They poured out before the commander

All mingled with one another

When they settled matters with the hero

They cleared the house of strangers

Sindokht said to the hero

With your wisdom, the old become young

The nobles learned knowledge from you

With you, they dispelled the darkness

With your love, the hand of evil was tied

With your mace, the divine path was opened

If anyone was guilty, it was Mehrab

His heart's blood made his eyes moist

What has become of the innocent in Kabul

Where must they wander

The entire city lives for you

Servants and the dust of your feet

For fear that created wisdom and strength

That created the radiant Venus and the Sun

Such actions are not befitting of you

Do not tie your waist to shedding blood

Sam the hero said to her, 'Tell me

From what I ask, do not seek excuses'

You consider Mehrab as a lesser or equal

Where did Zal see his daughter

In face, in hair, in disposition and wisdom

Tell me, so that I may judge without fear

From the heights and the sight of his culture

Speak as you saw each one clearly

Sindokht said to him, 'O champion'

The head of the heroes and the backbone of warriors

First, I will make a strong pact with you

So that the earth and the sky shall tremble in fear

That no harm shall come to my soul from you

Nor from him who is dear to me

I have a thriving palace and courtyard

I possess treasures, kin, and foundation

When I am secure, I will speak all that you say

I will seek it with this honorable face

All the hidden treasures of Kabulistan

I will strive to bring them to Zabulistan

Except for anything else that may be of use

Let the wise see it and value it

At that moment, Sam took his hand in his

He treated him kindly and sealed the pact

When Sindokht heard his oath

She knew that his words were true and his bond strong

She kissed the earth and rose to her feet

And spoke the truth that was hidden within her

I am the wife of Zahhak, O champion

The wife of Mehrab, the bright-hearted one

The mother of Rudabeh, the moon-faced beauty

Whose hands send life to the world

All the generations before the holy God

Until the dark night tears apart and the day breaks

We have praised you upon our table

The same for the world-ruling king of the earth

Now I have come to know what you desire

Who is your enemy and who is your friend in Kabul?

If we are sinners and of evil nature

We are not worthy of this kingship

Now I come before you, needy

Strike if you strike, or bind if you bind

Do not burn the hearts of the innocent of Kabul

Where will the dark day enter into the daylight?

When the champion heard these words

He saw a woman with wisdom and a bright soul

Her face like spring, and her stature like a cypress tree

Her middle like a gazelle, and her gait like that of a partridge

She gave this answer: 'My vow'

Is true, even if my soul breaks apart

You and Kabul, and all those connected to you

Remain joyful in heart and healthy in body

I also agree with this, that Zal

Seeks his companion from the world, like Rudabeh

Although you are of a different essence

You too deserve the same crown and throne

Such is the world, and there is no shame in it

For there is no war against the Creator of the world

He creates as he pleases

We did not stay, yet we remain in turmoil

One is on high, the other in the low

One with growth, the other with loss

One is adorned with the growth of the heart

The other diminished by the lack of heart

One wrote a letter with the pleading of the pained

I wrote it near the high king

To Manouchehr, Zal went with gold

He became as you would say, a mighty man

He came with a saddle, which he had not seen

Nor had he seen the horse's hoof touch the earth

Thus the king will answer Zal

When he smiles, his decision shall be blessed

That the nurtured bird without heart has become

From the water of tears, its feet are stuck in the mud

If the bride is like her within with affection

It is fitting if they both rise from their skin

One with the face of the dragon's offspring

Show me as well, and take what you deserve

Sindokht said to him, 'If you are a hero'

Make the servant happy and clear in soul

The steed entered my palace limping

My head will rise to the high sky

To Kabul, we will bring such a king

We will bring our lives as offerings to him

The lips of Sam Sindokht saw full of smiles

He saw all the roots of enmity pulled from her heart

The brave runner moved like the wind

He scattered and gave the tidings to Mehrab

Do not recall any evil thoughts

Make your heart happy, for the guest's task is much

Now, after the letter, in a rush

I come, seeking nothing but time on the road

On the second day, like the sun's spring

It moved, and the head awoke from sleep

The precious Sindokht placed her face

At the door of the leader, the seeker of the crown

The envoy rose from the court of Sam

The moon among women called him by name

He came to Sam and offered him his prayer

He spoke to him for a long time

By command, he returned to his place

He became joyful, heading towards the Lord of Kabul

To do a new task for the guest

To show the new pact to the son-in-law

Sam, the hero, said to him, 'Return and go'

Say what you saw and tell Mehrab'

They adorned him with a fitting robe

From the treasure, they gave him what was more valuable

To Kabul, Sam took whatever there was

From the palace, garden, harvest, and blessings

Other animals were to be milked

For spreading and also for clothing

He gave it to Sindokht, and they held hands

She took it, and they also made a pact

She accepted his daughter for Zal

That both would live in joy as equals

You will be honored and a man of strength

He gave it to him and said, 'This is your duty'

Stay in Kabul and remain in happiness

From now on, fear not the evil of suspicion

That faded moon’s face became radiant

With good fortune, they set their path