Now a tale full of wonder

I recount from ancient lore

See how fate treated Sam

What a game it played, O son, listen

Sam had no child at all

His heart sought fulfillment

There was a beautiful maiden in his chamber

With rose petal cheeks and musk hair

From that moon-faced maiden, he hoped for a child

Who would be sun-faced and strong

She was pregnant by Sam Nariman

Her body was burdened by the heavy load

The child was born from the mother in a few days

A beautiful child like the world-illuminating sun

His face was as bright as the shining sun

But all his hair was white

When the son was born in that way

They did not tell Sam for a week

The chamber of that famous hero

All were in front of that small child

No one dared to tell Sam the hero

That an old-looking child was born from his beautiful mate

He had a nurse like a lioness

She boldly approached the hero

May Sam the hero have a blessed day

May the hearts of his ill-wishers be destroyed

Behind your curtain, O seeker of fame

A pure son was born from a moon-faced mother

His body is like silver, his face like paradise

You will not see a single ugly part on him

Like a deer, his hair is white

This was your fate, O seeker of fame

Sam the rider descended from the throne

And entered the chamber towards the new spring

When he saw his child's white hair

He became completely hopeless about the world

He lifted his head towards the sky

Then he called out to the just Creator

O you who are above crookedness and deficiency

Goodness increases according to your will

If I have committed a heavy sin

Or if I have brought the creed of Ahriman

Perhaps the Creator of the world

Will forgive me secretly with an apology

My dark soul writhes in shame

Warm blood boils in my heart

When the nobles come and ask

What shall I say about this ill-fated child?

What shall I say this devil child is?

Is it a leopard or two-colored, or is it a fairy?

I will leave the land of Iran because of this shame

I will not seek praise on this land

Then he ordered to take the child away

And they left him far from that land

To a place where the Simorgh's home was

That home was foreign to this child

They placed him on the mountain and returned

A long time passed over this

That innocent hero's child

Did not know the difference between white and black

The father despised affection and kinship

He was cruel to the suckling child

He told a story about this strong lion

Who had been suckled by a lioness

If I had given you the blood of my heart

I would not have placed any gratitude upon you

For you are both my sight and my heart

My heart will be torn if you separate from me

When the Simorgh's chick became hungry

It swiftly flew up from the nest

It saw a crying infant

It saw the earth as a boiling sea

With thorns for a cradle and the earth as its nurse

Its body without clothes and lips without pure milk

Dark soil surrounded it in sorrow

With the sun high above its head

If only a leopard had been its mother and father

Perhaps it would have found shade from the sun

The Simorgh descended from the clouds and with its talons

It took the child from that warm stone

It swiftly carried it to Mount Alborz

Where it had its nest and flock

It brought the child to its chicks to be nurtured

So they wouldn't notice its plaintive cries

The merciful God granted kindness

As it had fate in destiny

The Simorgh watched over the chicks

With tears of blood dripping from its eyes for that small one

They were amazed by it and showed affection

They were astonished by its beautiful face

It chose the tenderest prey for it

For without milk, it would survive on blood

In this manner, for a long time

The wise one raised it and revealed the secret

When that small child became prosperous

Time passed on that mountain

He became a man like a newly sprouted cypress

With a body like a silver mountain and a waist like the crescent moon

His fame spread throughout the world

Neither good nor evil could remain hidden

The news reached Sam Nariman

About that virtuous and glorious son

One night, a sorrowful heart was sleeping

Upset with the affairs of time

He saw in a dream that from the Indians

A man was riding an Arabian horse swiftly

He brought good news about his child

About that strong and vigorous offspring

When he woke up, he summoned the priests

He spoke of this in various ways

What do you say about this story?

Do your minds agree on this?

Everyone, both old and young

Opened their mouths to the hero

That on stone and soil, lion and leopard

What a fish in the sea with a whale

All have nurtured the child

And have praised God

You broke the vow of kindness

And abandoned the innocent child

Now turn to God with repentance

For He is the guide to goodness

When the night darkened, sleep came to him

From the thoughts of his heart, haste came to him

He saw in a dream that from Mount Hind

A tall banner was raised

A handsome young man appeared

A large army behind him

A priest on his left hand

A famous wise man on his right hand

One of those two men came before Sam

And opened his mouth with cold words

O fearless and impure-minded man

With heart and eyes washed of the shame of God

If a bird can be your nurse

Then why do you need heroism

If a man's hair is white like a deer's

Your beard and head have turned like the pale willow

Then turn away from the Creator

For in your body, there is a new color every day

If the son was despised by you

Now he is nurtured by the Creator

There is no nurse more compassionate than Him

You yourself have no essence of love within you

In his sleep, Sam cried out

Like a fierce lion caught in a trap

When he woke up, he summoned the wise men

And seated all the commanders of the army

He swiftly came towards that mountain

Where he sought the abandoned ones

He saw a mountain with its peak in the Pleiades

As if it would pull a star

A breeze rose high from it

That no harm could come to it from Saturn

It was adorned with columns of teak and sandalwood

One intertwined with another, made of aloeswood

Sam looked at that hard stone

At the majestic bird and its dreadful nest

There was a palace with a peak in the sky

Not made by human hands, nor of water and soil

He sought a way up, but how could there be a way

For beasts and hunters to such a place

He praised the Creator

And rubbed his face on the ground

He said, 'O you who are above all places

Brighter than the soul, the sun, and the moon

If this child is from my pure lineage

And not from the evil seed of Ahriman

Help your servant to climb up from here

Accept this sinful one

The Simorgh said to Sam's son

O you who have seen the suffering of the nest and the dwelling

Your father, Sam the hero of the world

The most honored among the nobles

Has come to this mountain searching for his child

You have gained his favor

It is right now that I take you

And bring you safely to him

Look at the Simorgh and what Dastan said

That you must have grown weary of your mate

Your nest is my shining place

Your two feathers are the glory of my crown

He replied, 'If you see the crown and throne

And the tradition of the Kian crown

Perhaps this nest will not be of use

Test it with time

Take one of my feathers with you

My glorious shadow will bless you

If any hardship comes upon you

Or if there is any talk of good and bad

Cast one of my feathers into the fire

You will see my glory in that moment

I have raised you under my wings

And brought you up with my chicks

I will come like a dark cloud

And bring you back to this place unharmed

Do not forget the nurse's love from your heart

For in my heart, your love is deep

His father's heart calmed him and took him

He swiftly raised him into the cloud

He brought him from his flight to his father

His head's hair reaching his shoulders

His body like an elephant and his face like spring

When his father saw him, he wailed bitterly

He quickly bowed his head before the Simorgh

And added blessings to his prayers

He looked at the child from head to toe

He was worthy of the Kian crown and throne

With the strength of a lion and the face of the sun

A hero's heart and a hand seeking the sword

His eyelashes white, his eyes pitch black

His lips and cheeks like blood when sealed

Sam's heart became like paradise

He blessed that pure child

He said to me, 'O son, soften your heart

Do not dwell on the past and warm your heart'

I am the humblest servant of God

Since I brought you back with my hand

I have accepted from the great God

That I will never have a harsh heart towards you

I will seek your favor in good and bad

From now on, what you desire is fitting

He dressed his body in a hero's robe

He put it on and descended from the mountain

He descended from the mountain and sought elevation

He sought the regal attire

The entire army came before Sam

They came open-hearted and joyful

Drummers led the way before the elephants

A dust cloud like indigo rose

The drum's roar with the horn's sound

The golden bell and the Indian gong

All the riders shouted

In that happiness, they made their way

When the night spread its flag in the sky

That Roman face turned like a Zangi

They descended on that plain

They slept and took a deep breath

When the shining sun rose in the sky

They pitched a tent made of white silk

They entered the city in joy

They came with increased heroism