To King Fereydun, a letter he wrote

With musk and amber, the pen's head was made

First, he remembered the Creator of the world

The Lord of goodness, purity, and justice

Thanks to the World-Ruler, the Rescuer

No one grasps the hand of another in hardship, but His

Another praise for Fereydun, the mighty

The Lord of the crown and the Lord of the mace

All of justice, all of religion, all of wisdom

All of the crown and all of the throne of kingship

All truth comes from his fortune

All glory and beauty come from his throne

I reached the goodness of the land of Turan

We raised the army and sought revenge

Three warriors were made in three days

Whether by night or by the blazing sun

From them a night attack, and from us an ambush

We dragged and sought every form of enmity

I heard the preparation for a night raid began

From despair, it took hold like a spell

I set up an ambush behind his back

Nothing remained but the wind in his grasp

One by one, as they turned their faces from war

I followed and reached them quickly

I placed his sleeping form upon the spear

With strength, I took his saddle from him

I threw him down like a dragon

I severed his head from his worthless body

I sent this now to the ancestor

Now, I will make peace with Alchemy

Just as the head of the Shah, Iraj

Was cast into a golden coffin, humiliated

In the letter, this was written as a reminder

A monster was unleashed, carried by the wind

A messenger came, his face full of shame

Two eyes of Fereydun full of hot tears

For when he brings the head of the King of China

It will be severed from the King of Iran's land

If a child turns his head away from religion

A father will give more love than hatred to him

The sin was great, and no apology was offered

And another who sought revenge stood around

The messenger with the playful face arrived

He placed the head of Tur in front of him

Fereydun, too, placed his hopes upon Manouchehr

He asked for a blessing from the Justice-bringer