When Zal, the commander, left the side,

The army steadily marched forward with haste.

The king ordered Tous and Goudarz,

To lead the army and set out on the path.

When night turned to day, the king and warriors,

Headed toward Mazandaran.

He entrusted the land of Iran to Milad,

Along with the keys to the treasury, crown, and jewels.

He said to him, 'If an enemy appears,

You must draw the sword of vengeance.'

Seek refuge in Zal and Rustam from all evils,

For they are the backbone of the army and the pride of the throne.

The next day, the sound of war drums arose,

Goudarz and Tous led the army forward.

Kavous, the illuminator of the army, marched on,

And camped before the mountain of Asparuz.

To a place where the sun hides away,

There they prepared for rest and sleep.

A place where the fiendish demons dwelled,

A place so fearsome, even elephants were afraid.

They spread golden brocade over soft wool,

The air filled with the scent of fine wine.

All the blessed heroes,

Sat upon the throne of King Kavous.

All night, they adorned the gathering with wine,

And at dawn, they rose from sleep.

Scattered, they came near the king,

With belts fastened and helmets on.

The king then ordered Giv,

To select another thousand from the army.

Someone who wields a mighty mace,

And can conquer the city of Mazandaran.

Whoever you see, whether old or young,

Strike down anyone whose soul remains.

Burn down whatever you see that is thriving,

And bring the night to wherever you are by day.

Thus, until news reaches the court,

Let the world become completely free from the court.

He fastened his belt and left the side of King Giv,

He selected a troop of new warriors from the army.

He reached the city of Mazandaran,

And swords and heavy maces rained down.

Women, children, and men, with no protection,

Found no refuge from his sword.

He looted and burned the city,

And left behind a place filled with the poison of opium.

He saw a city like the heavenly paradise,

Full of joy and prosperity at its gate.

In every field, more than a thousand,

There were caretakers with necklaces and earrings.

More attendants, wearing crowns,

With faces glowing like the shining moon.

In every place, treasure scattered with gold,

And in one place, red dinars and jewels.

Countless animals filled the city,

It seemed a paradise, as if it were Eden.

They took news of this to Kavous,

Of that joyful place and its flourishing wisdom.

He said, 'Happiness is greater in what was said,

That Mazandaran is a paradise counterpart.'

The whole city seemed, as if it were a temple,

Adorned with Chinese silk on flowers.

The idols of paradise seemed truly so,

Their faces washed in the flowers of Paradise.

When a week passed, the Iranians,

Stopped looting and gathered in the middle.

The king of Mazandaran heard the news,

His heart was filled with pain and his head heavy with worry.

In the court, there was a scale of judgment,

For his soul and body were troubled by those words.

He said, 'Go to the White Demon,

Go in such a way that you shine like the revolving sun.'

Tell him that he has come to Mazandaran,

With a mighty army to loot Iran.

World conqueror Kavous is ahead,

With a new army of warriors.

Now, if you are not the one to help,

No one will remain alive in Mazandaran.

When he heard the message, the hidden scale of judgment was set,

The king sent his message back to the White Demon.

This was the reply the White Demon gave,

Do not despair, for from ancient times, hope has been.

I will come now with a mighty army,

And I will carry him away from Mazandaran.

Night came, and a cloud descended with the army,

The world turned as if it were the face of darkened blackness.

It was as if the world was a vast, dark sea,

And all its brightness had been hidden.

A tent was pitched over him with smoke and tar,

The world turned dark, and eyes were drawn to the evil.

As the night passed, the day drew near,

The world conqueror's eyes grew dim.

Of the army, two parts became clouded with darkened vision,

The heads of the nobles filled with rage.

Many of them also fell into ruin,

There was no misfortune like theirs.

When the eyes of King Kavous became darkened,

His army suffered due to his actions.

All the treasure was looted, and the army was captured,

The youth of fortune turned into old age.

All the story must be learned,

For foolishness shows wondrous surprises.

The general said this when he saw the suffering,

That waking guidance is better than treasure.

After a hard week, he endured,

And from the Iranians, no one was seen.

The White Demon growled from hell,

O king, you are fruitless in your actions, like a willow tree.

You have adorned superiority,

Why did you desire the lands of Mazandaran?

He used his strength like a maddened elephant,

He saw, but gave no hand to anyone.

When you sat with the crown and throne,

You deceived wisdom in this manner.

Now, what is fitting for your work,

Your heart has found the desires it sought.

From that wild demon, a dagger-bearer,

He chose a war with ten thousand warriors.

He kept his guard over the Iranians,

And filled the heads of rebels with turmoil.

The leaders were all bound in chains,

When they freed themselves from bondage.

He gave them some sustenance, sacrificing their lives,

So they could pass one day after another.

From that moment, all the treasures of the world,

Including the ruby crown and the mighty mace,

He entrusted what he saw from horizon to horizon,

To Arzhang, the commander of Mazandaran.

He went to the king and spoke, saying,

Do not seek an excuse from the evil one.

All the heroes of Iran and the king,

Will not see the light of the sun nor the moon.

I did not order him to kill with force,

So he could understand the rise and fall.

He will regain his senses with weeping and difficulty,

No one will listen to this matter.

When Arzhang heard his words,

He turned towards the king of Mazandaran.

He went with his army and desires,

With captives and horses adorned.

He entrusted it to the king and returned lightly,

He came from the wide plain to the mountain's rise.