Then came the news of King Manuchehr’s death

The news spread to the armies of Turan's breath

The failure of Nozar’s task was the same

One by one, they spoke with doubt and blame

When the leader of the Turks, Pashang, did hear

He desired to lead an attack on Iran, full of fear

One remembered his ancestors, proud and bold

And from Tur, one swift of mind did uphold

Of Manuchehr’s deeds and his mighty army's stride

Of his warriors, commanders, and his realm wide

He called forth the great ones of his land

And summoned the leaders of his army grand

Like Arjasp, Garsivaz, and Barman too

And Kalbad, the warrior, with his strength to view

His commander was Visah, fierce with claws so sharp

The commander of Pashang’s army, leading the charge

The world’s hero, his son Afrasiab did rise

He called him swiftly, and Afrasiab did arrive with surprise

He spoke of Tur and Salm, with a tale of revenge

That the vengeance of old could no longer be kept from the edge

No one’s mind is boiling with such rage and thirst

For such hidden deeds, there’s no concealment, only curse

For what have the Iranians done to us in this land?

They sealed their wrongs, one by one, hand in hand

Now is the time for rage and seeking revenge

Washing eyes with blood, ready to avenge

From Afrasiab’s father, his mind did awake

He rose from calm, from sleep, from rest, for the sake

He came before his father, his tongue opened wide

His heart full of hatred, with his waist tied

I am worthy of battle, a lion’s fight, so bold

I am the match for Iran’s commander, a tale untold

If I were to lift the sword so bright

The world would be conquered by Greshasp’s might

You closed the gap, seeking revenge

To Iran, you brought not but rulership’s edge

Now, whatever was left from the past

From seeking vengeance, solutions, and alchemy vast

To open it with my sharp sword it’s set

At times, it's upheaval and resurrection, I bet

A rush entered the mind of Pashang’s brain

When he saw the tall Afrasiab's reign

On the lion’s chest and the strength of the elephant’s might

And his shadow spread over miles in sight

His tongue like a sword’s edge, sharp and keen

His heart like the sea, his waves like thunder’s sheen

He commanded that the sword of war be drawn

And with Pashang's army, to Iran he would dawn

When the commander sees his son fit and bold

It’s right that he lifts his head to the sun’s gold

After his death, his head will take the place

For his son will guide with a noble grace

When the preparations for battle were made

Aghirith, the guide, to the palace did invade

Before his father, he came, full of thought

His heart’s craft was filled with the thoughts he sought

He said, 'O father, who has seen such deeds of war'

The Turks, with their strength, have lifted their score

If Manuchehr has waned from Iran’s side

Then the commander, like Sam Niram, has died

Like Greshasp and like Qaren, warriors brave

None but these great heroes would have paved

Do you know what came from the great Tur and Salm’s fight?

What came of that sword’s strike, from the old wolf’s might?

The king of Turan, my ancestor, raised his army bold

His flag shone brightly with the sun and the moon's gold

From this, there’s no escape, no hiding, no shield

Calmly, he shall read the letter of revenge, unsealed

If we did not stir, it would be better

For this movement would bring chaos to the land

Pashang gave this reply to his son

That Afrasiab, the mighty whale, was the one

One is the lion on the hunt during the day

Another is the war elephant in the fray

You too must join him in the fight

To strike the right balance in victory’s sight

The descendant who does not seek revenge for the forebears

Should not be called his true kin, it is fair

When the veil of clouds over China lifts

The desert is filled with the mist of rain’s gifts

Where horses graze, the mountain and plain

The plants pass like the lion's mane

The world will turn green from its seed

And in the Hamun, tents must be indeed

The army must march towards Amol, where it may go

Their hearts full of joy on grass and flowers will show

The villages and the plains of Gorgan all under the hooves

Will be crushed, and blood will flow like ruby's grooves

Manuchehr, from that battlefield, warrior bold

With vengeance, he turned his face towards Tur’s fold

He struggled with Qaren, the warrior so brave

And faced Greshasp again, the warrior to save

May they reach the battlefield of vengeance' claim

Upon these two proud warriors, the land of Iran’s flame

May the souls of our ancestors rejoice in peace

And the hearts of the wicked be set ablaze with cease

He spoke to the famed seeker of names

That he would bring blood to the stream in revenge’s flames