When Kai Khosrow, with Giv, arrived in Zam

Some in the world were happy, and some were gloomy

Giv sent messengers in every direction

A letter from the king and from Giv the brave

That the world-conquering one had come from Turan, happy

The head of the renowned lineage of Kai Qobad

A messenger fortunate and a rider

Wise, insightful, and loving

He chose from those renowned ones of Zam

And told all that he had heard, both more and less

He said to him, 'From here, go to Isfahan'

To the brave Godarz of the Kashvad clan

Tell him that Kai Khosrow has arrived in Zam

That no one has found him gloomy

A letter to King Kavus

A swift messenger took the path

The swift-footed horses, foaming at the mouth

Leaped from their places like fire

Giv's messenger, with a bright spirit

First came to the champion

He spoke his message and gave the letter

The world champion placed the letter on his head

He shed tears for Siavash

And cursed Afrasiab

The messenger went to King Kavus

Wiping the sweat from the manes of the horses

When he came to King Kavus

A shout of joy arose from the court

The news spread throughout the world that the king's son

The world-seeking Kai Khosrow, was on his way

The commander summoned the messenger

And scattered jewels upon Giv's letter

They adorned the world with joy

And called for musicians everywhere

After that, the nobles of the world from the land

All went together towards Isfahan

Godarz adorned the tall palace

He spread all royal brocade

He placed a throne, its figure of gold

Inside it, several kinds of jewels

A crown with a bracelet and earrings

A necklace full of royal jewels

He adorned the place with gold and jewels

Just as it befits a king

The whole city prepared the ceremony

They adorned the field and the place of sitting

The noble, proud ones rose

They prepared to receive him

They went eighty farsangs forward

They received him with their own custom

When the commander's eyes fell upon the king

He saw Giv with him on the way

When Giv appeared with the king

Those brave riders dismounted

Yellow tears flowed from their eyes

They remembered Siavash much with pain

They praised him greatly and blessed him

They said, 'O king of the earth'

May the evil eye of your enemy be far from you

May the soul of Siavash be full of light

The world-ruling God is my witness

That your sight is my guide

If I had seen Siavash alive

I would not have laughed from my heart like this

All the nobles of Iran before him

Each one placed their face on the ground

And from that place, they returned happy

The fortune of the proud ones shone

Giv kissed his eyes and head, and said

That you have drawn the sky out of hiding

You are an interpreter of dreams and a warrior

At times of need, you are a patient man of counsel

They came towards the champion's house

All came happy and with bright spirits

They stayed for a week with wine in hand

Adorning the banquet place and the seating

On the eighth day, towards the city of King Kavus

All happy-hearted, they took the road

When Kai Khosrow came to the king

The world became full of scent, color, and adornment

It was adorned according to the world's custom

Doors, roofs, and walls, all well-adorned

Musicians sat in every place

Rosewater, wine, musk, and saffron

All the manes of the horses were full of musk and wine

Dirhams and sugar were scattered underfoot

When King Kavus saw Khosrow's face

His tears dripped from his eyelashes onto his face

He descended from his throne and went before him

He rubbed his eyes and face against his eyes

The young world-seeker paid him homage

They returned gracefully towards the throne

The king asked much about the Turks

And also about the throne, the leader of the Turan army

He brought this answer: 'That foolish one'

Has entrusted the world to evil deeds'

He troubled me much and said much

I kept my wisdom and skill hidden

I feared his actions and deeds

I turned away from his trouble and care

If a special cloud comes in the rain

How can the slayer of a father be a friend?

The Mobad will not call me with pure water

To worship my father under the earth

Now Giv endured hardship for a while

He searched for me in Turan and tested suffering

If there were no other suffering than this

That he came with me from the land of Turan

Two proud champions with an army

Came after us like fire on the road

I saw from Giv what a drunken elephant

A worshipper of idols in Hindustan would not see

I did not think that ever a crocodile

Would come out of the sea in such a way to fight

After that, when Piran came like a lion

With his waist girded and a swift horse beneath him

He entered the water like a crocodile

As if he would burn the earth in battle

He threw a lasso over his mane

The champion's head came into the snare

I went in entreaty, O king

Otherwise, he would have cut off his head from his body

Know that he was wounded by the pain of his father

His tongue was tied from speaking ill of us

Thus, until the bank of the Jihun River in battle

He did not rest with the mace of a cow's color

Finally, he crossed the Jihun in anger

He did not cast his eyes on water or ships

One who was a champion like him

May he be forever happy and bright-spirited

There was a Kashvad palace in Estakhr

That the free men took pride in it

When they rose from the throne of Kavus

They prepared to go to the new palace

Godarz went with the king

When he came to that golden-decorated garden

They seated him on his golden throne

They said many blessings upon him

The warriors of Iran tied their belts

Except Tus Nozar, who turned his head away

For he was with the drums and golden shoes

He also held the Kiani banner

Godarz became sharp-minded from that action

He sent a fine message to him

The proud messenger, Giv the brave

Who had the grasp of heroes and the arm of a lion

He said to him, 'Tell Tus Nozar'

That do not seek excuses in a time of joy

The nobles and warriors of the land of Iran

All blessed the king

Why do you rebel against the command of the demon?

Do you not see the glory of the world's lord?

If you turn away from the king's command

I will have vengeance and a battlefield with you

Giv's messenger is my message

By the permission of the renowned assembly

Giv turned his back from his father

His heart full of harsh words

He came to Tus, the commander, and said

That this thought of yours is paired with a demon

When he heard, Tus gave this answer

That it is not good for us to make mockery

In Iran, after Rostam, the elephant-bodied

I am the most proud person in the assembly

The grandson of Manuchehr, the brave king

Who brought the world under his sword

I am that lion, seeking conflict in battle

I tear the heart of an elephant and the claws of a leopard

You bring custom and counsel without me

You bring a new lord to the world

I will not be in agreement with this matter

Do not tell me stories of Khosrow

The world-ruler who is from the seed of Afrasiab

If we seat him, fortune will fall asleep

We do not want a king from the lineage of Pashang

A weasel is not good with a leopard

You have endured these sufferings in vain

For Khosrow is young and hasty

One who is the king of the earth

Needs skill, essence, glory, and religion

Fariburz, the son of King Kavus

Is more worthy of the throne and crown

He has no lineage from the enemy on any side

He has both glory and height, and name and justice

Giv rose, gloomy, from before him

For his knowledge and faith seemed raw to him

He came to Godarz of the Kashvad clan and said

That glory and wisdom are not paired with Tus

It is as if his two eyes do not see

He chooses Fariburz

Godarz became angry and said, 'Among the nobles'

Tus is the least needed in the world

He had seventy-eight grandsons

He beat the drum and passed from the palace to the field

Twelve thousand war riders

Went out, riders with armor and shields

And from that side came Tus, the commander

They tied the drum on the elephant's hump

The warriors of Iran tied their belts

Before the army, the Kavian star

When he saw Godarz and so many troops

That the face of the sun and moon darkened from them

A throne on the hump of a battle elephant

Shining with turquoise, like indigo

Kai Khosrow, the world-seeker, crowned

Sat on that throne, his belt fastened

Around him, two hundred battle elephants

You would say there was no other place in the world

Khosrow shone from that throne like the moon

With a shining ruby on his crown

Tus's heart became sad, and he thought

That if I wage battle today

Many will be killed from both armies

This place of vengeance will not rise from Iran

It will be nothing but the desire of Afrasiab

The head of the Turks' fortune will rise from sleep

The throne of the Shahanshah will reach them

Our glorious days will come to an end

A wise man and seeker of the way

Sent to King Kavus

That if one of us on this battlefield

Puts an arrow on the bow

A vengeance will arise that Afrasiab

Will see it in his sleep tonight

When the king heard this kind of speech

He ordered them to return on their way

To Tus and Godarz of the Kashvad clan

The chosen, proud free men

That they come to the court without an assembly

As it should be near me

Tus and Godarz went to the king

They opened their tongues before the court

The king said to him, 'O wise old man'

Do not put sharp poison in a cup of milk'

Put down the sword and open your iron belt

It is not right that profit from this should have harm

Thus said Tus, the commander, to the king

That if the king is tired of the throne and seat

The world should remain to the son

Greatness, diadem, and the throne of the nobles

When there is a son, the grandson is a crown

Why should he wear it and sit on the throne?

Godarz said to him, 'O unwise one'

You are not counted as wise among men

There was no one in the world like Siavash

He was not as generous, free, and silent

Now this world-seeker is his son

It is as if he is him, in face and skin

If he has lineage from Tur from his mother

He will not turn away from justice, from the seed of kings

Who is as brave as him in Turan and Iran?

Why is your speech so raw?

Your two eyes do not see his face

Such height and stature, and his kindness

He crossed the Jihun and did not seek a ship

By Kiani glory and correct judgment

Like Fereydun who crossed the Arvand River

And passed and did not descend to a ship

From his manhood and divine glory

The evil eye and hand were far from him

You are of Nozar's lineage, not a stranger

Your father was sharp, and you are foolish

If my weapon were with me now

Your chest and mane would be stained with blood

Tus said to him, 'O world-experienced old man'

Speak, but all pleasing

If your sword is anvil-splitting

My spear will tear the heart of Mount Qaf

And if your mace is with stone and strength

My arrow will sew the heart of the sun

And if you have lineage from Kashvad

I am Tus Nozar, great and prince

Godarz said to him, 'Do not say so much'

For I do not see so much water in your face

He said to Kavus, 'O world-ruling king'

Do not turn your heart from custom and path

Call your two worthy sons before you

They are both worthy of the throne and both young

See which of the two is more worthy

Who has both height and divine glory

Entrust the crown to him and keep your heart happy

As you see a son, O king

Kavus said to him, 'This is not the opinion'

That both sons are one in my heart

If I choose one

The other's heart will be full of vengeance against me

I will do one thing so that both of them from me

Do not take vengeance in this assembly

Now our two sons on two troops

Must go to Ardabil

To the border where the Bahman fortress is

All year round, Ahriman's aggression is there

The fire worshipper is troubled by Ahriman

No one has a seat on that border

Whichever of them takes it by the sword

I will not withhold the royal throne from him

When Godarz and Tus heard this word

That the wise leader laid the foundation

On this, both became in agreement

They did not tell this story to anyone

On this one word, they adorned their hearts

They rose from before the world-ruler

When the sun raised its head from the constellation of Leo

The sky brought the night beneath it

Fariburz and Tus Nozar, breathing heavily

Came to the king at that time

Thus said Tus, the wise, to the king

That I, with the commander, will take the elephant and drum

I will also carry the Kiani banner

I will make the ruby face of the enemy like violet

Now, likewise, I from the king's court

Will set out and array the army

Behind, Fariburz, the drum, and the banner

The air made violet by the hooves of the horses

When the son has the glory and height of the Kians

The grandson will not tie his belt

The king said to him, 'If you drive from the front'

Time will not turn from its custom

By the will of the lord of the sun and moon

Victory and apparatus can be made

If Fariburz's opinion is thus

You array the army and do not sit down

Tus went with the Kiani banner

Having golden shoes on his feet

Fariburz, son of Kavus, in the center of the army

In front, Tus, the elephant, and the army

When he reached near the Bahman fortress

The ground was sprouting like fire

Tus went with a warlike army

They turned their faces quickly towards the fortress

The top of the fortress's rampart was in the air

No one saw fighting in the air as permissible

The spearheads were burning from the heat

The waist of the warrior's armor burned

The world, head to toe, you would say is of fire

The air is the trap of the rebellious Ahriman

The man said to Commander Fariburz

When he comes to something on the battlefield

With a heavy mace, and sword, and lasso

He tries to bring harm to something

There is no way around the fortress

O king, no one has the heart for fire

The waist burns under the armor

The body of the bearer burns

They went around it for a week

They did not see the place of its door with their eyes

They turned back from the battle in despair

The suffering of the long road did not come to an end