A clever priest came forth at last

And made the moon-faced one drunk so fast

Without hardship, he cut the moon's side

And safely turned the child aside

So unharmed, he brought him to light

A wonder unseen in the world’s sight

A child emerged like a lion’s ball, so fair

Tall in stature, with features rare

Men and women stood amazed in awe

Never had they heard of a child so raw

The wound they swiftly sealed away

With remedies, they healed the pain that day

For a day and night, the mother slept in wine's embrace

Drunk with no awareness on her face

When the cypress-like awoke from rest

She opened her lips to speak to Sindokht, blessed

Gold and gems upon her they cast

And praised the Creator, great and vast

The child they brought forth, bright and grand

Like a heaven they raised him with hand

The graceful cypress smiled at the sight

And saw in him the royal might

“To Rostam,” she said, “all sorrow has fled”

They named the boy Rostam, as was said

A child they crafted from silk so fine

In the shape of the lion, untested by time

Inside, they stuffed sable’s fur so soft

And adorned his face with Venus and Sun aloft

On his arm, a fearless dragon they drew

In his grasp, a lion’s claw they imbued

Beneath his belt, a lance he bore

In one hand, a mace; in the other, reins of lore

They set him then on a steed so spry

Surrounded by servants, standing nigh

When the task was fully completed

Just as it should have been arranged

They stirred up the mighty hero

At their command, they scattered treasure in heaps

Then the figure of Rustam, the mace-bearer

Was taken near Sam, the rider brave

They held a feast in the garden bright

From Zawulistan to Kabul's light

The whole field was full of wine and pipes

In every corner, a hundred joyous rites

From one end of Zawulistan to the other

Singers and dancers sat in every place

No one was lower than the noblest ones

They sat like threads in woven cloth

Then the infant body of Rustam

Was taken near Sam, the mighty rider

Clouds gathered on Sam's noble brow

This is what the silk was meant to convey

If half of this figure's form remains

Its head would rise, and its feet would remain on the earth

Then the envoy was summoned to approach

Gold was scattered, and it was set upon his head

Joyously, the trumpet rang at the gate

The field was adorned as brightly as a rooster's gaze

He brought in the musicians and called them to join

And scattered coins for those who would seek joy

He arranged a feast that both the Sun and Moon

Would gaze upon in their luminous boon

Then Zal wrote his reply with care

He adorned it like a meadow of paradise fair

First he praised the Creator above all

And for the happiness of fate, he did call

Then he praised Zal, the mighty one

The lord of sword and mace, who could not be undone

Then came the figure of silk and light

With the mane of heroes and royal might

He ordered that this precious thing be so

It should be preserved, free from any blow

I silently prayed in secret, alone

Day and night, to the Creator, I have grown

So that my worldly vision might see

From your seed, you shall follow my decree

Now, my back is straight and yours too

Nothing but his living strength should you pursue

The messenger arrived like a wind’s swift flight

To Zal, clear-hearted and full of delight

When Zal heard these words of wisdom true

The bright soul enters the mind, as it grew

In his joy, his happiness did increase

He lifted his head to the blue heavens’ peace

For a while, he roamed the world, so vast

The hidden days became bare, at last

To Rustam, ten wet nurses were sent, their care

For the strength of men and the lion’s share

When the milk came for food and delight

It grew, with bread and meat in sight

Five men were fed, from his sustenance they dined

The people remained, nourished and refined

When Rustam scaled the height of eight

He grew like a free cypress, standing straight

His brilliance turned like a shining star

The world gazed at the star from afar

You said that Sam, the hero, takes his place

In strength, wisdom, and the power of grace