The heart of the king of Hamavaran was sorrowful,

He sought a solution in every possible way.

When one week passed, on the eighth morning,

An envoy came to the king.

That if the king sees that his guest,

Comes gracefully to his own palace,

The city of Hamavaran will become honored,

When they see the lofty, shining place.

In this way, he was seeking a solution with him,

His true intention was to secretly imprison him.

So that the city and daughter would remain with him,

And he would not have a tribute collector over him.

Sudabeh understood her father's intention,

That he intends to quarrel with Sur (Kavus).

She said to Kay Kavus, 'This is not a good idea,'

'You have no place in Hamavaran itself.'

'They will capture you without pretext,'

'They should not wage war with Sur.'

'All this talk is for my sake,'

'Sorrow will come upon you from this journey.'

He did not believe Sudabeh's words,

No one of them died (to deter him).

He went with brave and strong men,

To the feast of the king of Hamavaran.

The king had a city named Shahah,

All full of celebration, feasting, and merriment.

He had a palace and residence in that city,

The whole city was entirely decorated.

When the proud king entered Shahah,

The whole city bowed down before him.

They scattered all kinds of gems and saffron,

Mixed with dinars and ambergris.

Inside the city, the sound of lutes and songs,

They intertwined like warp and weft (were interwoven).

When the commander of Hamavaran saw him,

He dismounted before him with the nobles.

From the leader's palace to the front door,

They scattered pearls, rubies, and gold.

They poured it (gold, etc.) into golden trays,

They scattered musk and ambergris on his head.

Inside the palace, they placed a golden throne,

The happy Kavus sat upon the throne.

He spent a week with wine in hand,

His place of stay was pleasant and joyful for him.

Day and night, before him like servants,

The king of Hamavaran stood with his waist girded (in service).

His entire army girded their waists (for service),

Serving before the Iranians.

In this way, until they were all completely secure,

From questions, threats, and harm.

They had all spoken and arranged (the plan),

The pre-planned thing had started.

They became aware of this from Barbar,

Their plan was that they would accompany (Kavus).

One night, the sound of the horn came and an attack (occurred),

No one had the desire to resist.

When the army came from Barbaristan,

The king became happy in Hamavaran.

They suddenly captured Kavus,

Like Goudarz, like Giv, and like Tus.

As a far-sighted person says in this matter,

What do you know in this, O skilled one?

When someone is not a blood relative,

One should not be very secure with him.

There is also a blood relative whose love,

Will take away from you until your face changes (becomes hostile).

When you want to praise someone's love,

You must test it in profit and loss.

If a son becomes superior to you in status,

He will also become diminished in your affection due to envy.

Such is the treacherous nature of the world,

It blindly moves from its place with every wind.

When Kavus became fixated on stubbornness,

His decision was fixed on Hamavaran.

He had a mountain whose peak was in the clouds,

Raised by God from the depths of the water.

A fortress built on the mountainside,

You would say the sky was beside it.

He sent Kavus to that fortress,

Also Giv, Goudarz, and also Tus.

And also the other nobles in captivity,

He cast them into the fortress with King Kavus.

A thousand guards became the keepers of the fortress,

All famous, dagger-wielding warriors.

He gave his (Kavus's) pavilion to plunder,

He gave bags of money and the crown to the rabble.

Two groups of veiled ones went,

With a magnificent howdah among them.

To bring Sudabeh back,

And to bring the pavilion under (their) feet (to destroy it).

When Sudabeh saw the veiled ones,

She tore her royal garment.

She clung to her musk-scented tresses,

She stained her hennaed fingers with blood.

She said to them, 'This action,'

'Is not praised by brave men.'

Why did they not capture him on the day of battle,

When his garment was armor and his mount was a swift horse?

Commanders like Giv, Goudarz, and Tus,

Your hearts were torn by the sound of the war drums.

You constantly make the golden throne a place of ambush,

And cut off the hand of connection (friendship).

He called the envoys dogs,

And constantly poured blood on the flowers.

I will not speak of separation from Kavus,

Even if the grave hides him.

Since Kavus must be imprisoned,

My head must be cut off without guilt.

They told her words to her father,

His head became full of hatred, his liver full of blood (grief).

He sent her to her husband in the fortress,

Her liver wounded by grief, her face washed with blood (tears).

Sitting in one house with the king,

She was his servant and also his comforter.

When that crown-seeking king was imprisoned,

His army turned towards Iran.

The news spread throughout the world,

That the tall cypress was lost from the garden.

When they did not see the king on the golden throne,

Everyone began to seek their own advantage (literally, their own hat).

From the Turks and from the plains of spearmen,

A large army came from every side.

Afrasiab formed a large army,

He gave up food, rest, and sleep.

From Iran, cries arose from every side,

The peace of the world was filled with war and turmoil.

Afrasiab became agitated at that time,

He engaged in battle with the army of the Tazians.

The army was in battle for three months,

They gave their heads for the sake of their crowns (status).

Such is the way of this transient world,

Sometimes indulgence and pleasure, and sometimes pain and suffering.

In the end, its good and bad will pass,

Death is its hunter, constantly stalking.

Defeat came from the Turks upon the Tazians (Arabs),

Due to the increase (of conflict), loss ensued.

The army was scattered throughout Iran,

Women, men, and children all became slaves.

Everyone sought refuge from Iran,

The world became dark for the Iranians.

Two groups went towards Zabulistan,

To seek help from the son of Dastan (Rostam).

That you may be our refuge from evils,

Since the head (leader) of the crown of King Kavus is lost.

It is a pity that Iran should be ruined,

And become a den of leopards and lions.

Every place was a place of fighting horsemen,

It was a place for the sitting of kings.

Now it is a place of hardship, suffering, and calamity,

It is a place for a sharp-clawed dragon to sit.

One who has eaten lions from among leopards (a very strong hero),

May be our helper in this suffering.

Now a solution must be devised,

To free ourselves from this suffering.

Rostam shed yellow tears from his eyes (tears of grief),

His heart became full of blood (grief) and his soul full of pain.

He gave this answer: 'I, with the army,'

'Have girded my waist for war, seeking vengeance.'

'When I receive news of King Kavus,'

'I will empty the cities of Iran of the Turks.'

Then news came of King Kavus,

Of his imprisonment, the ambush, and the state of the army.

He summoned the army one by one from Kabul,

He girded himself for war and marched the army.