When the sun drew its sword from the sheath

The dark night disappeared from the world

The drumbeat rose from the king's court

The warriors put their helmets on their heads

Like Tus, Godarz, and brave Giev

Like Gorgin, Gostaham, and Bahram the lion

The nobles came to the king

They came to that famous court

The king of the world went hunting

With Rostam, the famous hero

The free men left the army

Like Giev and Godarz of the Kashvad family

An army that darkened the sun and moon

The king went with cheetahs and falcons

He traveled all over the land of Iran

He passed through prosperity and ruin

Every land that was not prosperous

Was ruined and desolate from injustice

He gave money and made it prosperous from treasure

He did not suffer from justice and generosity

He sat in every city and set up a throne

Just as Khosrow the fortunate was

He wanted all the purses, cups, and wine

He adorned the world with dinars

And from there, he went to another city

He went with wine, throne, and crown

He went to Azarabadegan

With him were nobles and free men

Sometimes he drank wine and sometimes he raced horses

He came to the house of Azargoshnasp

He praised the creator of the world

He prayed in the fire temple

He came gracefully from that place

They set their heads towards King Kavus

Both sat together happily

They were never anything but happy

When their heads were filled with cups of bright rosewater

They hastened to sleep and rest

When the shining day tore open its garment

It spread rubies on the dark earth

The world ruler and King Kavus sat down

Two proud kings and two noble-footed ones

With Rostam the hero and Dastan together

Kavus spoke of everything, great and small

First, he spoke of Afrasiab

He washed his two faces with the blood of his two eyes

He told what he did to Siavash

He raised dust from all over Iran

Many heroes who lost their lives

Women and young children were twisted in pain

You see many cities of Iran ruined

Destroyed from the suffering caused by Afrasiab

You have everything God wants you to have

From height and knowledge and the strength of your hand

From complete glory and good fortune

You are superior to all kings in every way

Now I want an oath from you

You should not deviate from justice even a little

That you fill your heart with revenge against Afrasiab

Do not bring fire to water for a moment

Do not trust him because of your mother's kinship

Do not deviate and do not consider anyone's words

Do not be deceived by treasure and abundance

Whether you rise or fall

By the crown, throne, ring, and helmet

Do not stray from the path in your words with him

I will tell you what the basis of the oath is

What is the advice for your wisdom and soul

You swear by the creator of the sun and moon

By the sword, by the seal, by the throne, and by the helmet

By the glory and good fortune of God

That you will never turn towards evil

You will not seek an intermediary except for the sword and mace

You will hold his high position and lofty rank

When the young king heard this from him

He turned his face and soul towards the fire

He swore by the creator, the sustainer

By the white day and the azure night

By the sun and moon, by the throne and helmet

By the seal, by the sword, and by the king's diadem

That I will never turn towards his affection

I will not see his face even in my dreams

He wrote a document in Pahlavi script

On the royal register with musk ink

Dastan and Rostam were witnesses to this

All the nobles of the army as well

He placed the document and oath in Rostam's safekeeping

That document, oath, custom, and justice

After that, they wanted food and wine

They arranged all kinds of gatherings

They stayed for a week with music and wine

The nobles in the palace of King Kavus

On the eighth day, the world ruler washed his head and body

He rested and sought a place of prayer

Before the Lord of the revolving heavens

He went and spread his face in praise

From the dark night until the sun rose

His eyes were full of tears, crying out

He said, 'O just and single God'

World ruler, provider, and guide

In the days of youth you left me

Without an army, from the dragon's breath

You know that the leader of the Turanian army

Knows neither restraint nor the shame of sin

His curse is on the ruined and prosperous

The hearts of the innocent are full of his malice

He unjustly spilled the blood of Siavash

He sowed a rain of fire in this land

The hearts of kings are full of fear of him

His throne and diadem are a calamity on the earth

Take my hand in revenge for my father

Have mercy on the soul of old Kavus

You know that his essence is evil

He is also of bad lineage and an enchanter

He rubbed his face on the ground many times

He praised the creator

And from that place, he went back to the throne

To the proud-necked heroes

He said, 'O my famous ones'

My world conquerors and sword wielders

I traversed this land of Iran on horseback

From this border to the house of Azargoshnasp

I did not see anyone who was happy

Was wealthy and his land prosperous

All are wounded by Afrasiab

All hearts full of blood and eyes full of tears

I am the first one whose liver is wounded by him

For my soul and body are full of pain from him

Another is my ancestor, the free king

Who draws cold wind from his heart

In Iran, men and women cry out because of him

From so much killing, looting, war, and turmoil

Now if you are all especially my friends

You are all wholeheartedly my lovers

I will gird my loins for my father's revenge

I will turn this evil away from the Iranians

If you all bring the thought of war

Strive and bring the manner of the leopard

My words will come to pass

The war of heroes will become a mountain of plain

Any blood that is shed in revenge

The guilty one will be hanged

And if anyone from this army is killed

High paradise will be his place

What do you say and what answer do you give to this

All of you, set a fortunate opinion

Know that he who took the lead in evil

The recompense for evil should not be avoided

The nobles prepared to answer

They rose from their places with hearts full of pain

That O famous one of the world, be happy

May you always be free from suffering and sorrow

Our bodies and souls are all before you

Sorrow and joy, little and more, are yours

We are all born of our mothers for death

We are all slaves, even though we are free

When he received such an answer from the elephant rider

From Tus, Godarz, and the assembly

The king's face became like an arghavan flower

For the fortune was young and Khosrow was young

He praised them abundantly

May the earth be prosperous for the warriors