Manouchehr’s years upon his shoulders lay

He closed the burden of departing from the world that day

Astrologers gathered, their wisdom to deploy

They spoke of tales from the heavens’ sky, so coy

They saw no long days of life for him remain

From the world he would turn back, in vain

A bitter news was spread, far and wide

The throne of the king turned dark, lost its pride

The time of departure came, to another land

Unless before God, your place is grand

Look to what must be done, now and here

Death should not come as a cause for fear

When the king heard the words from the wise

He changed his ways, reshaping his ties

He called all the priests and the learned to his side

Revealing his heart's secrets, he did not hide

He ordered that Nouzar come to his near

And gave him advice in abundance, sincere

This royal throne is but a spell and wind

One must not place eternal heart within

I lived over a hundred and twenty years long

Bound with hardship and toil, yet strong

I pursued many joys and satisfied desires

In battle, I stood firm, facing my foes' fires

By the might of Fereydoun, I stood my ground

His advice turned my losses into gains profound

I sought the great descendants of Salm and Tur

To avenge the blood of Iraj, the noble and pure

I made the world distinct from the vile and low

I built many cities, many roads to go

I lived as though I had never seen the world’s span

The past now hidden, like a forgotten plan

The life of a living being is not worth death

Like a tree bearing poison in its breath

After I bore much pain and strife

I entrusted to you the throne and wealth of life

As Fereydoun had given to me, with grace

I gave you this royal crown, a tested place

Know this: you partook of what was past

In a better time, you will rise at last

The sign that remains from you forever clear

A long-lasting time will come to appear

It must be no other than creation’s hand

Pure lineage brings forth a pure religion, grand

Look, do not falter from God’s true faith

For God’s religion brings forth a mind so safe

Now in the world, a new judgment shall unfold

Like Moses, a prophet with truth to be told

It will appear then in the East of the earth

Look, do not let hatred cast its dearth

To him will belong the religion of God’s grace

Observe what the covenant was in this place

Never abandon the path of the divine

For goodness comes from it, and evil too, aligns

After this, an army of Turks will rise

They will place upon Iran’s throne a guise

You will face great tasks ahead of you, my son

At times, you will need to be both wolf and sheep, one

The harm will come from Poshang’s son

From Turan, disgrace will upon you be spun

Seek, my son, when judgment draws near

From Sam and Zal will come help, sincere

From this new tree, sprung from Zal’s back

It will now grow branches and a mane to track

From it, the city of Turan will fall into ruin

In your vengeance, the same bitter hatred will begin

He spoke, and his tears fell to the ground below

Nouzar wept, his sorrow did overflow

Without it, there would be no sickness to face

No suffering, no pain to leave a trace

His royal eyes closed, tired, heavy as stone

He withered, struck by a cold wind alone

The renowned, skillful king then passed away

His memory remained in the world, a bright ray