When fifty years of his age had passed

Three precious sons appeared

With the fortune of the world-ruler, all three sons

Three royal descendants from the golden crown

Tall as cypress and as beautiful as spring

In every way resembling a king

Of these three, two were from Shahrnaz

The youngest from the beautiful face, Arnavaz

The father had not yet named them from pride

They took steps before elephants

Fereydun called one of his noble men

He called the most valued one forward

His name was Jandal, full of skill

In every task, he was sympathetic to the king

He said to him, 'Travel around the world'

Choose three daughters from noble lineage

Three sisters from one mother and one father

Fair-faced, pure, and of royal lineage

Worthy of my three sons

As befitting my kinship

In height and appearance, all three are alike

So that they cannot be distinguished from each other

When Jandal heard the king's words

He conceived a pure plan

For he was wise-hearted and pure-minded

With a sweet tongue and capable of fine work

He left the commander and set out on his journey

With a few well-wishers

He traveled from one end of Iran to the other

He inquired and listened to all kinds of conversations

In every land, wherever there was a chief

Who kept a daughter in seclusion

He secretly sought all their secrets

He learned all their names and stories

He did not see anyone among the noble farmers

Who was worthy of Fereydun's lineage

Wise, clear-hearted, and pure-bodied

He came to the cedar of the king of Yemen

Jandal found his sign correctly

Three daughters just as Fereydun sought

Gracefully, he approached the cedar

Just like a pheasant before a flower

He kissed the ground and showed humility

He added praise to his lowliness

The king of Yemen said to Jandal

May your mouth never lack praise

What message do you have, what command do you give

If you are a messenger, you are on a noble path

Jandal said to him, 'Be joyful'

May bad luck always be far from you

I am a humble servant from Iran

Bringing a message to the king of Yemen

I bring greetings from the fortunate Fereydun

I will answer whatever they ask

Praise to you from Fereydun the mighty

Great is he who lacks not wisdom

He told me to tell the king of Yemen

To sit on the throne and smell the musk

Know this, O head of the Arabs

That from the evil star, you are forever unharmed

I have a prosperous kingdom

With treasure, manpower, and strength

Three sons worthy of crown and throne

If the tale's time was the moon's time

Needing nothing from any desire or possession

Their hands extend to every wish

These three precious ones in secrecy

Now need three prince's brides

I learned from the knowledgeable

And hastened with this information

Where behind the veil, you have three pure ones

Oh seeker of fame, you have three pure ones

None of these three has yet been named

When I heard this, my heart rejoiced

That we also have three fortunate descendants

As befitting, we did not mention them

Now these two kinds of precious gems

Should be combined with each other

Three veiled ones seek three diadems

The worthy without dispute

Fereydun gave me this message

You answer whatever comes to mind

When the king of Yemen heard his message

He wilted like jasmine plucked from its stem

He said, 'If before my bedside

My world-seeing eyes do not see the three moons

My bright day would be a dark night

I must open my lips to respond

He said to the poet, 'O seeker of fame

Time is needed in such a conversation

You should not hurry to respond now

For I have some secrets with the guide

He quickly found a place for the messenger

Then he looked into the matter

He came and closed the door to giving audience

Sat with a group of thinkers

Many from the plain of spear-bearers

He called upon the experienced leaders

He brought out the hidden secrets

And told all the secrets before them

That in the world, from our kinship

Three bright candles are before our eyes

Fereydun sent me a message

He laid a good trap before me

He wished to separate it from my sight

I must consult with you on a decision

The messenger says, 'Thus spoke the king'

We have three kings, each worthy of the throne

Each eager to be allied with me

To my three veiled daughters

If I say yes with an empty heart

My lie would not suit royalty

And if I entrust my desires to him

My heart would be full of fire and my face full of tears

And if I turn away from his command

I would deviate from his pact

One who is the ruler of the earth

It's no game to plot against him

I have heard from the wayfarers

What happened to Zahhak because of him

Whatever you remember of this matter

You must reveal it all to me

The brave experienced leaders

One by one, they spoke in response

We all do not see it fit

For you to be swayed by every breeze

If Fereydun became the ruler of the world

We are not his subjects with earrings

Speaking and striving is our custom

Twisting the rein and spear is our faith

We conquer the earth with a dagger

We turn the air into a reed-bed with a spear

If your three sons are precious to you

Open the treasury and close your lips

And if you seek a solution

And fear this kingship

Seek his valuable wishes

Whose deeds are not seen on the face

When he heard the words of the noblemen

He saw neither a head nor a tail in the world