One day, the king of the world passed by the mountain

He passed with a few companions in his group.

From afar, something long appeared

Black in color, dark-bodied, and swift.

Two eyes on its head like two springs of blood

From the smoke of its mouth, the world turned dark.

Houshang, wise and firm, looked

He took a stone and became swift in action.

With the strength of a king, he freed his hand

The world-burning serpent fled from the world-seeker.

He struck the heavy stone with another stone

And that very stone broke into pieces.

A light appeared from both stones

The heart of the stone turned from the light of fire.

The serpent was not killed, but from the mystery

From the nature of the stone, fire arose.

The ruler before the Creator of the world

Prayed and praised Him.

That He gave him such a light as a gift

Then he made this fire his qibla.

He said, 'This is a divine light,'

It must be worshipped if you are wise.

Night came, and he lit a fire like a mountain,

The king, surrounded by his group.

He held a celebration that night and drank wine,

Named that joyous celebration 'Sadeh.'

From Houshang, this Sadeh remained as a legacy,

Many kings like him came after.

He made the world joyful by making it prosperous,

The world remembered him for his goodness.