When the news came to the free men

To the old Godarz of the Kashvad clan

That Tus and Fariburz had returned

They could not go up to the fortress

He adorned the elephants and the tumult arose

The army of the new world-ruler came

A golden throne, decorated with emeralds

He placed it on the elephant, and they tied the load

Around him, with a violet banner

Having golden shoes on his feet

The world-seeker sat on the golden throne

A crown on his head and a mace in his hand

Two bracelets of ruby and a necklace of gold

Jewels engraved in the gold

The army went group by group

That the ground became like a mountain from the hooves of the horses

When he reached near the fortress, he mounted

He put on his armor and fastened his waist

He asked for a writer on the back of the saddle

He ordered a letter with blessings

They wrote on the side with amber

As a royal letter was

That this letter is from the servant of the creator

Kai Khosrow, the renowned world-seeker

Who escaped from the bonds of evil Ahriman

He struck his pure hand to Yazdan from all evil

That he is the eternal, supreme God

The lord who gives goodness and guides

The lord of Bahram, Kayvan, and Hur

The lord of glory and the lord of strength

He gave me the throne and Kiani glory

The body of an elephant and the claws of a fierce lion

The whole world is mine in kingship

From the Bull to the constellation of Pisces is mine

If this fortress is the land and dwelling of Ahriman

It is an enemy to the creator of the world in its heart

By the glory and command of the pure Yazdan

I will bring it all to dust with the mace

And if this apparatus belongs to the sorcerers

I do not need an army with sorcery

I will bring the lasso like a twisted leather strap

I will bring the heads of the sorcerers into bondage

And if the blessed Soroush is within

It is an army by the command of Yazdan

Also, I am not from the hand of Ahriman

For my soul and body are from glory and height

By the command of Yazdan, this will be emptied

For this is the covenant of kingship

Khosrow took a spear in his hand

He tied the letter on the head of the spear

He raised it straight like a banner

He wanted nothing in the world but the glory of Yazdan

He ordered Giv to go with the hot spear

To the near, raised rampart

He said to him, 'Take this instructive letter'

Take it to the wall of the tall fortress

Place the letter and recite the name of Yazdan

Turn the reins quickly and do not linger