Again they tied their horses firmly

Adverse fate was turning over their heads

They began to wrestle

Both grasped each other's belts

Whenever ill fate brings wrath

It turns hard stone into wax

The proud Sohrab with the strength of his hand

You would say the high heavens had bound him

Rostam was distressed, he lost his grip

He seized that chest and mane of the warring leopard

He bent the back of the brave young man

Time came, he had no strength left

He struck him to the ground like a lion

He knew that he would not remain down

He quickly drew his sharp sword from his waist

He tore the heart of the vigilant lion

He twisted then and let out a sigh

He cut short thoughts of good and evil

He said to him, this came upon me from myself

Time gave the key into your hand

You are innocent in this, for this hunchback (fate)

Raised me up and quickly killed me

In jest, my peers will say

Such a mane of mine came to the dust

My mother gave me a sign of my father

Affection entered my soul and head

Whenever you were thirsty for blood

You stained that gleaming dagger

Time will become thirsty for your blood

The hair on your body will become a dagger

Now, if you become a fish in the water

Or if you become like night in darkness

Or if you become like a star in the sky

You will erase all kindness from the face of the earth

My father will seek vengeance from you

When he sees that dust is my pillow

From these famous arrogant ones

Someone will also take news to Rostam

That Sohrab is killed and thrown down in disgrace

He wanted to make you a supplicant

When Rostam heard this, his head spun

The world became dark before his eyes

He asked after he regained consciousness

He said to him with wailing and crying

What sign do you now have of Rostam

Whose name is less than the arrogant ones

He said to him, if you are Rostam

You killed me senselessly out of bad temper

I was your guide in every way

Your affection did not move one bit from its place

When the sound of the war drum rose from my door

My mother came with her two cheeks full of blood (tears)

Her soul was wounded by my departure

She tied a bead on my arm

She said to me, this is a memento from your father

Keep it and see when it will be useful

Now it has become useful when it has become useless

The son has become disgraced before his father's eyes

Also, my mother, with a bright soul

Sent a champion with me

So that he would show my father to me

And start conversation in every gathering

When that famous champion was killed

My day also turned against me

Now open the straps of my armor

Look at my naked, bright body

When he opened the mail and saw that bead

He tore all his garments

He kept saying, O you killed by my hand

Brave and praised in every gathering

He shed blood and tore his hair

His head full of dust and his face full of tears

Sohrab said to him, this is worse

One should not weep with tears of the eyes

What is the use of this self-killing now?

It happened thus, and this was meant to be

When the shining sun turned from the dome (sky)

Tahmtan (Rostam) did not come to the army from the plain

Twenty cautious men came from the army

To see what the matter was on the battlefield

Two horses were standing in that plain

Rostam, covered in dust, was somewhere else

Because they did not see the strong-bodied one on the saddle

The warriors did not see him on that field of vengeance

Their suspicion was that he had been killed

The heads of all the famous ones became confused

They rushed to King Kavus with the news

That the royal throne had become empty of Rostam

A cry arose from the entire army

The world suddenly began to seethe

Kavus ordered that trumpets and drums

Be blown, and the commander of Tus came

After that, King Kavus said to him

Rush from here to the battlefield

Hurry to see what Sohrab's situation is

For one must weep for the city of Iran

If Rostam, the warrior, has been killed

Who from Iran will dare to go before him?

One must strike many blows

One should not remain on this battlefield

When chaos arose from the gathering

Thus Sohrab said to the strong-bodied one (Rostam)

Now that my day has passed

All the affairs of the Turks have changed

Direct all your kindness that the king

Does not send the army towards war with the Turks

For they, seeking battle for my sake

Have turned their faces towards the border of Iran

I had given promise for many days

I had made much hope from every side

They should not see hardship on the way

Do not look at them except with kindness

Rostam, like a hero, sat on Rakhsh

His face full of blood and his lips full of cold wind

He came before the army with a cry

His heart full of pain and turmoil from his own deed

When the Iranians saw his face

They all placed their faces on the ground

They began to praise the Creator

That he had returned alive from the battle

When they saw his head on the ground in that manner

His clothes torn and his body wounded

They began to ask what had happened

Your condition is like this because of whom?

He told the astonishing thing that he himself had done

He had grieved the one most dear to himself

They all began to cry with him

The earth full of cries and the air full of turmoil

Thus he said to the nobles that I

Today I have neither a heart nor a body, it seems

None of you seek war with the Turks

The evil that I have done today is enough

When the champion returned from that place

He came to his wounded son, with a wounded soul

The nobles went together with him

Like Tus, like Gudarz, and like Gostaham

The entire army, for the sake of that honored one

All opened their tongues from restraint

That God will remedy this matter

Perhaps He will make this matter easy for you

Rostam took a dagger in his hand

To cut off his own humble head from his body

The nobles clung to him

They shed tears like blood from their eyelashes

Gudarz said to him, what is the use now

That you bring smoke (grief) upon the face of the world

If you inflict a hundred harms upon yourself

What ease will come to that honored one?

If time remains for him in the world

He will remain, you also remain with him without suffering

And if this young man is to depart from this world

Look at the world, who is immortal?

We are all prey before death

One head under a crown and one head under a helmet