The blessed Siamak had a son

Who had a high position with his grandfather

The precious one's name was Hushang

You would say he was all wisdom and culture

To his grandfather, he was a memory of his father

His grandfather had raised him at his side

He considered him as his son

He did not look upon anyone else

When he set his heart on vengeance and war

He called that precious Hushang

He told him all that was to be said

He revealed all the secrets

That I intend to raise an army

I intend to raise a clamor

You must be the leader

For I am leaving, and you are the new commander

He gathered fairies, leopards, and lions

From the beasts, wolves, and brave tigers

An army of beasts, birds, and fairies

A general full of vengeance and bravery

Behind the army was King Keyumars

His grandson leading with the troops

The black demon came with fear and caution

He scattered dust to the sky

From the roars of beasts, the demon's claws

Weakened from the wrath of the world's ruler

Both groups clashed together

The demons were harassed by the beasts and birds

Hushang stretched his claws like a lion

He made the world narrow for the relentless demon

He bound him completely with a strap

The general cut off that unmatched head

He threw him to the ground and humiliated him

His skin torn and his fate reversed

When that vengeance was sought

Keyumars's time came to an end

He left, and the world remained dead

Look who had honor before him

The deceitful world turned

Showing the path of profit, it consumed itself

The world is entirely like a tale and nothing more

Neither good nor evil remains for anyone