Many sufferings they have seen from the world

They have endured for the sake of greatness

Ultimately, the bed is nothing but dust

Its share is poison, not antidote

Since you know you won't stay here long

Why do you place the crown of greed on your head?

You will bring that very greed under the earth

You will bring its head into the abyss

Your joy from this world is enough

Where your suffering is for someone else

You suffer, and someone else eats easily

He doesn't look towards your grave and coffin

His joy will also come to an end

His head will also go under the dust

Think about the passage of days

Make worshiping the just your profession

Fear God and do not harm anyone

This is the path to salvation, and that's it

Now, O wise, awakened heart

Do not be in doubt, withdraw your foot from the mud

Your creator is your Lord

You are a servant and the creation of the creator

When you bow your neck in thought

Do not question and judge existence

Eating and sleeping are not appropriate with one who

Is not content with the God who exists

His heart is blind, his head is unwise

The wise do not consider him among people

There is a sign of existence on water and earth

Do not bury his mind in the abyss of knowledge

He is the powerful, the knowing, and the possessor

He is the creator of intellect and soul

He created the world, space, and time

For the sake of the small mosquito and the heavy elephant

When the leader of the Turks said in his heart, 'I'

I will raise my head above the assembly in superiority

Thus he killed the young prince

He knew nothing but treasure and a sword behind him

From his descendants, the radiant Creator

Brought forth a tree, stretching with fruit

Who told him that there is someone besides you

That in the world, his Creator is sufficient

The Lord of the sun, Saturn, and the moon

From whom is victory and power

The Lord of being and also truth

Does not want from you crookedness and deficiency

There is no way except His will and command

The sun and moon are not aware of this knowledge

Old Goudarz ordered his son

To go to Turan, the task being unavoidable

At his command, Giv tied his waist

And came like a roaring lion

He galloped until he reached the border of Turan

Anyone he saw alone on the way

He adorned his tongue with Turkish

And asked him for news of Keykhosrow

When he said, 'I have no news of the king'

He quickly emptied his body of life

He hung him with the loop of his lasso

And quickly scattered dust over him

So that no one would know his secret

And would not hear his name and voice

He took one with himself

Who was his guide from that assembly

He went awake with him on the way

He did not reveal his secret to him for some time

One day he said to him, 'In the world'

I will ask you a secret question'

If I find truth from you

You will wash your heart clean of shortcomings with knowledge

I will give you whatever you want from me

I will not withhold my valuable self from you

He answered, 'Knowledge is enough'

But it is scattered with everyone

If what I ask has information

You will not find your tongue empty of response

He said to him, 'Where is Keykhosrow now?'

You must reveal the truth to me

He answered, 'I have not heard'

I have never asked such a name'

When he received such an answer from the guide

He struck with his sword and threw him down

He went to Turan like a lion

Perhaps he would find a sign of the king somewhere

Thus seven years passed in this way

His waist worn out from sword and leather straps

His food was wild ass, and his clothing from wild ass skin

His horse eating grass and drinking salty water

He wandered around deserts and mountains

In hardship and difficulty, and far from the group

It happened that one day he was very thoughtful

In front of him was a fruitful grove

He entered that meadow gloomy

The world was joyful, and the man's heart was in sorrow

He saw green ground and a spring full of water

He saw a place of rest and sleep

He dismounted and left his horse

He slept, and kept thoughts in his heart

He said, 'It seems that the evil demon'

Was bad for the hero who saw that dream

I see no sign of Keykhosrow here

Why am I dragging myself along?

Now if my friends are in battle

My comforters are in feast

One seeking fame, and one happy

My fate scatters nuts on the dome

I scatter my soul in vain

My back is bent like a bow

It seems that Khosrow was not born from a mother

And if he was born, time gave him to the wind

Searching brings me only pain and hardship

Fortunate is he who dies by poison

His head full of sorrow, he wandered around that meadow

Seeking the king

He saw a shining spring from afar

A cypress-tall, heart-soothing youth

Holding a cup full of wine in his hand

With a bunch of fragrance and color on his head

From his height, divine glory

Appeared, and the banner of wisdom

You would say Manuchehr sat on an ivory throne

With a turquoise crown on his head

The scent of love came from his face

The beauty of the crown came from his hair

Giv said in his heart, 'This is none other than the king'

Such a face is worthy of the throne

He quickly walked towards him on foot

When he came close, he said, 'O seeker of the king!'

The knot loosened at the door of his suffering

His famous treasure appeared

When Keykhosrow saw him from the spring

He laughed, and his heart blossomed with joy

He said in his heart, 'This hero is none other than Giv'

There is no other sign like this in this land

He will ask for me

To take me to Iran to make me king

When Giv came to him, he bowed in prayer

He said to him, 'O famous exalted one'

I believe that you are the son of Siavash

From the lineage of Kayanians and Keykhosrow

The king answered him thus

That you are Giv, son of Goudarz, O famous one

Giv said to him, 'O leader of the righteous'

Who told you the story of Goudarz?

Who informed you of Kashvad and Giv?

May you be with joy and glory

Keykhosrow said to him, 'O brave man'

My mother reminded me of this from my father

That by the glory of God, you opened your speech

When his advice came to an end

He said to my famous mother

What evil will come upon me from here?

Eventually, Keykhosrow will appear

He will bring the key to the bonds

When he becomes the new world ruler

The exalted Giv will come from Iran

He will take him to the throne of Iran

He will take him to the presence of the famous and the lions

He will bring the world to its feet with bravery

And he will avenge our blood

Giv said to him, 'O leader of the rebels'

What sign do you have of the glory of greatness?

The sign of Siavash was visible

Like a black spot on a rose garden

You open and show me your arm

Your sign is visible to the assembly

The king showed his bare body

Giv looked at that black mark

Which was an inheritance from the time of Keyqobad

The lineage of the Kayanians was confirmed by that

When Giv saw that sign, he bowed in prayer

He shed tears and spoke secrets

The king of the earth embraced him

And blessed him with joy

He asked about Iran, the throne, and the palace

About Goudarz and Rostam the well-wisher

Giv said to him, 'O world-ruling king'

Exalted, awake, and auspicious-footed

The world-holder, possessor of good and evil

If you had shown me all of paradise

And the seven climes with kingship

Having placed greatness and the crown of majesty

My heart would not have been this joyful

That I saw your face in the land of Turan

Who knows in the world that I am alive?

Whether I am in the ground or thrown into the fire

Thanks to the world-holder that this hard suffering

Fate brought to an end with joy and goodness

They both left that grove on their way

Khosrow asked about King Kavus

And about his seven-year sorrow and pain

About his bedding, sleep, and food

He spoke to the king all at once

About what the creator of the world had laid the foundation

About the dream of Goudarz and the long suffering

Food, clothing, pain, rest, and comfort

About Kavus, whose glory fell for years

He became helpless from the pain of his son

The color and scent of Iran were scattered

It turned entirely to ruin

Khosrow's heart burned from his pain and suffering

His face shone like fire

He said to him, 'Now from the long suffering'

Fate will bring you rest and comfort'

Be like a father to me and tell no one

See what time brings forth

The commander sat on Giv's horse

And the new one walked on foot before him

Holding an Indian sword in his hand

Anyone who came forward without delay

Giv, with an awake heart, struck his neck

And buried his body under mud and earth

They went towards Siavash's tomb

When the hearts and minds of the two came together

They also made Farangis their ally

And secretly planned their work

That all three would set out on the way

Secretly from the quarrelsome heroes

Farangis said, 'If we delay'

We will make the world narrow for ourselves'

Afrasiab will find out about this

He will not rest in eating or sleep

He will come like the White Demon

The heart will be hopeless of the sweet life

None of us will remain alive in the world

No one will see us, openly or secretly

The world is full of ill-wishers and enemies

All our borders are the place of Ahriman

You, O blessed king, my son

See that you listen to my advice

That if that evil man finds out

He will kindle fire from the prosperous land

There is a meadow not far from here

On one side of the road of the Turan riders

It is the same stream and flowing water

That the soul is refreshed by seeing it

You take the saddle and black bridle

Go towards those meadows at dawn

When the sun is on the edge of the dome

It is time for the commander to sleep and eat

All the herds that are in that meadow

Will come to the stream to drink

Show the saddle and bridle to Behzad

When he is tamed, you take a step

When you come to him, show your face well

Adorn and rub his face with love

When Siavash became hopeless of the world

The face of the white day became dark for him

Thus Shabrung said to Behzad

That do not obey the wind from now on

Remain on the mountain and in the meadow

When Keykhosrow comes to ask for you

Be his mount and trample the world

Sweep the earth from the enemy with your hooves

The new leader sat on his horse

And Giv walked on foot before him

They set out towards that high hill

As people seeking a solution would

When they came to the top of the narrow pass

They ate and drank their fill and turned back

Behzad looked and saw the king

He drew a cold breath from his heart

He saw that leopard-like seat of Siavash

Long stirrups and an arrow's bow

He kept his feet in the watering place

He did not move his hand from where it was

When Keykhosrow found him calm

He walked and rushed towards him with the saddle

He rubbed his hand and face on his eyes

He rubbed his chest and mane and combed his hair

He gave him the bridle and placed the saddle

He remembered his father with much pain

When he sat on the horse, he pressed his thighs

That heavy horse rose from its place

He blew like the wind in the air

He leaped and disappeared from Giv

Giv's heart became sad and he remained astonished

In that astonishment, he called the name of God

He said, 'Ahriman, the seeker of tricks'

Became a horse and showed his face

Now Khosrow's life is gone, and my suffering

This very suffering was my treasure in the world

When the king cut through half of that mountain

He pulled back that black rein heavily

He stayed until Giv went before him

Thus said the awake-hearted new king

That it is possible that the hero's thought

I make clear to the bright soul

Giv said to him, 'O exalted king'

It is fitting that the secret be revealed to you

You, from the divine glory and greatness of the Kayanians

You will come into the hair and see the middle

He said to him, 'From this auspiciously bred horse'

A thought came to your mind

Such was the hero's thought

That Ahriman came to this youth

Now he is gone and turned my suffering to wind

He made my happy heart very unhappy

Giv, the world-experienced, dismounted from his horse

He blessed the new king

May your days and nights be auspicious

May the heads of your ill-wishers be cut off

That with greatness, majesty, wisdom, and glory

The judge gave you art with essence

They set out from the height to the palace

With thoughtful minds and seeking the way

When they went back to Farangis

They spoke for a while about the long journey

So that their work would be secret

No one would be aware of their secret

When Farangis saw Behzad's face

Her face disappeared from the tears of her eyes

She placed her two cheeks on his mane and chest

She remembered Siavash a lot from pain

When she scattered the water of her two eyes

She lightly went towards the filled treasure

She had a hidden treasure in the palace

No one in the world was aware of it

It was a treasure filled with dinars

There were armors and many rubies

The same treasure of maces and armor

The same daggers, swords, and heavy maces

She opened the door of the treasure before her son

Her face full of blood from the pain of a wounded liver

She said to Giv, 'O sufferer'

See what gems you want from the treasure

From dinars and royal jewels

From rubies and gem-studded crowns

The hero kissed the ground before her

He said to her, 'O chief of ladies'

We are all guards, and the treasure is yours

Sacrificing life and suffering is yours

The earth becomes the spring of paradise from you

The sky gives birth to good and evil from you

May the world be a servant to your son

May the heads of his ill-wishers be thrown down

When Giv's eyes fell upon the goods

He chose the armor of the new Siavash

From the gems that they found more valuable

They took as much as they could carry

The same helmet and valuable armor

Weapons that were from the hero's door

The king secured the top of the treasure

And prepared for the desert road

When this was done, they placed the saddle

On those swift horses with blessings

Farangis placed a helmet on her head

All three went like the wind

They set their heads warmly towards Iran

Secretly, as was softly possible

The whole city became full of talk

That Khosrow has set his face towards Iran

This word did not remain hidden for a moment

Someone came and told Piran

That the exalted Giv has come from Iran

To the awake-hearted new king

They have set their faces towards the city of Iran

Farangis, the king, and Giv, the war-seeker

When Piran heard, he became very sad

He trembled like a leaf of a tree

From the warriors, he chose Kalbad

Like Nastihan and the steel hero

He ordered three hundred Turkish riders

To go quickly to that battle

He said, 'Make Giv's head on a spear'

Farangis should be buried in the ground

Bind the evil Keykhosrow

The evil-starred one, his followers, land, and home

An army of such heroes and young men

The two awake heroes went

Farangis with her suffering son

Had put their heads to sleep

From traveling the road and the suffering of the night

Giv was the guard for the world-seeker

Two were asleep, and Giv with suffering and anger

Had set his two eyes on the riders' path

Giv's horse in armor

As was the equipment of new men

Armor on his chest and a helmet on his head

Heart joyful and body given to death

When he saw the dust of the army from afar

He struck his hand and drew his sword from his waist

He let out a cry like thunder

That the brain and eyes of the lion became dark

He came among the riders like dust

From his quarrel, the earth became lapis lazuli

Sometimes with a dagger, sometimes with a mace

He was pouring iron from the height of the hill

From the wound of Giv's brave mace

The heads of the leaders were turning away from the war

Giv's heart laughed from the force of anger

That the sea was like a spring in his eyes

After that, they took him in their midst

Such an army like a roaring lion

The battlefield became a reed bed of spears

The sight of the sun and moon was covered

The lion's heart became sad in the reed bed

He made the reed bed like a wine garden with blood

Giv threw down many of them

Those riders became weary of the new one

Kalbad said to the hero Nastihan

That this is a rocky mountain, not a mane and armor

All wounded and bound, they returned

To the proud Piran

All the caves and plains were full of slain

The earth was like arghavan from blood

When the brave one came near Keykhosrow

Chest and claws full of blood like a lion

He said to him, 'O king, keep your heart happy'

Free your wisdom from thought

An army came to fight us

Like Kalbad and Nastihan, the sharp-clawed

Those who lived returned in such a way

That one must weep for their manes and chests

Except for Rostam, a rider in Iran

I do not know who can fight me

Khosrow, the pure-faith, became happy from him

He praised him greatly and blessed him

They ate something they found

They hurried towards the road, without a road

When the Turks came near Piran

They came so wounded, wretched, and weeping

Piran became angry and said to Kalbad

That such a wonder cannot be hidden

What did you do with Giv, and where is Khosrow?

Tell the truth, how is the matter?

Kalbad said to him, 'O hero'

If I open my tongue before you

What the brave Giv did to the warriors

Your heart will be satiated on the battlefield

You have seen me many times in the army

You have also approved of my battle

Indeed, more than a thousand maces

That famous one took from my hand

His head, you would say, has become an anvil

His chest and forearms have become elephant tusks

I have seen many of Rostam's battles

And have also heard from warriors

I have not seen such a steadfast one in his blows

Neither in the effort and twists of battle

He was always sharp and boiling

Like a new elephant, he was roaring

Piran became angry and said to him, 'Enough'

It is shameful to mention this to anyone

This much talk is not from one rider

Do not intend to bring men

You went, and the famous Nastihan

An army like male lions

Now you have made Giv a drunken elephant

Your name has become low among the heroes

When Afrasiab becomes aware of this

He will throw away that imperial crown

That two brave and mounted heroes

Such an army from the door of battle

You turned your backs before one rider

He killed many of the brave Turks

You will have many witnesses with mockery

You are not a man of battle, mace, and drum