The head of the one filled with hatred grew empty of all enmity

And he fled towards the fortress, leaving it behind

Then within the army of King Manouchehr

The warriors and soldiers took their way

When Selim reached the shore of the sea

He saw not the ship passing on that route

The plain became so filled with the slain and the weary

That the way became hard for the traveler to tread

Filled with rage and hatred, the new leader

Sat upon his swift steed, eager to ride

He hurled his spear into the enemy ranks and charged

And within the army, the steed began to stir

Then he reached the narrow pass of the King of Rome

He cried out, 'O man, wicked and unjust'

You killed your brother for the sake of a crown

You’ve found your head, how far will you go on your path?

Now I have brought your crown, O King, and throne

The tree of that royal king has borne fruit

Do not shy away from the crown of greatness

Fereydoun has once again adorned you with a new

The tree you nurtured has now borne fruit

You shall now find it standing beside you

If its fruit is thorny, you have killed it yourself

And if it is silken, you have woven it yourself

He rode his horse through the discourse

Each reached a tight place within him

One struck quickly with a sword on his neck

And his royal body was split in two

He ordered that his head be removed

And hoisted it on a spear high into the clouds

The army stood, astonished by him

At his strength and the power of the warrior's arm

All of Selim's army, like a flock of sheep

Were scattered as the winds of time blew

The groups departed one by one

Scattered across the plain, sea, and mountain

A wise man, of pure intellect

Who spoke with eloquence and skillful words

They said, 'Go to the King Manouchehr'

So that the army may grow warm and the words of the army may be heard

Say, 'We are of humble rank'

We shall serve the earth only at his command

Some are masters of livestock

Some are masters of farming and homes

We have come to this battlefield as an army

Not seeking vengeance out of desire

Now, we are all the king's servants

Our hearts and souls filled with his love

If his intention is war and bloodshed

We do not have the strength to resist

We will bring all leaders before the king

We will offer him our innocent heads

He will act according to his desire

In this matter, our innocent lives are his

The wise man said these words

The commander listened attentively

He replied, 'I will fulfill my desire

I will throw it to the ground and raise my name'

Whatever is not on the divine path

If it is from the devil's hand

May it be far from my sight

May the devil's body suffer in misery

If you all hold grudges against me

Or if you are my friends and allies

When the victorious one granted us the throne

The guilty were revealed from the innocent

Now is the day of justice, oppression has ended

The leaders' heads are free from execution

Seek love and cast spells

Remove the instruments of war from your bodies

A cry arose from the royal chamber

O fortunate-minded warriors

From now on, do not spill blood in vain

For the fortune of the wrongdoers has turned

All the army's equipment and war gear

They took it near the son of Pashang

The commander Manuchehr honored them

He set them up according to their rank

He sent Shiravi to the fort

The world-experienced, world-seeking man

He commanded that the desired goal be attained

Look at everything, wherever you find it in its rightful place

That wish was brought before the mighty elephants

Adorned at the doorstep of the king

He commanded that the golden trumpet and horn

Be sounded and the eight curtains of the palace be lowered

The army was drawn from the sea towards the Hamun

And from Hamun, they were led towards Afridun

When they came near the Tamisha pass again

They saw Nia, in need of a meeting with him

From the door came the wail of the horn’s sound

And the entire army trembled and moved from their place

All the backs of the elephants were adorned with victorious thrones

The victorious leader adorned with a prosperous fortune

What with a golden cradle covered in Chinese silk

And adorned with gems, so splendidly

What with banners of every kind, shining brightly

The world was turned red, yellow, and purple

From the Caspian Sea, like a black cloud

The army kept arriving in droves

When the army came near the King

Fereydoun came to meet them along the way

All the men of Gilan were like free lions

With golden collars and black, fragrant heads

Behind the king were the Iranians

The brave ones, each like a lion of the jungle

In front of the army were elephants and lions

And behind them, the war elephants and brave heroes

The banner, waving brightly, appeared in sight

Manouchehr's army lined up in ranks

The new leader dismounted from his steed

A newly blossoming tree, full of fresh fruit

He kissed the earth and praised it

On the crown, throne, and the ring with a gem

Fereydoun commanded that he sit upon it

He kissed it and laid his head down in his hands

Then he turned his face towards the sky

O righteous judge, the true speaker

You said, 'I am the just and righteous judge'

I help the oppressed with harshness

You gave both justice and judgment

You gave both the crown and the ring

Then he ordered that King Manuchehr

Sat on the golden throne with a crown

Commander Shiravi, with treasures

Came adorned to the king's court

Then he ordered that King Manuchehr

Granted everything to the entire army

When this was done, the fortune turned

The leaves of the royal tree withered

He withdrew from the crown and throne

Placing the heads of the three kings on himself

With a heart full of blood and tears on both sides

Thus until the end of time for him

Fereydun passed away, and his name remained

This long era came to an end

The same good name and truth

Which, O son, he valued more than loss

Manuchehr placed the Kian crown

And tied a blood-stained belt around his waist

He built a tomb according to the kings' custom

Made of red gold and lapis lazuli

They placed an ivory throne underneath

And hung a crown above the ivory

They went forward to bid him farewell

As was the custom and tradition

They closed the tomb on the king

That noble one departed from the world, weak and wretched

O world, full of deceit and wind

The wise man is not happy with you