All three returned home swiftly like the wind

Night fell, and they slept victorious and glad

When the sun cast its reflection upon the sky

It spread crimson hues on the azure expanse high

They departed, and all three adorned themselves

They summoned the wise priests to join as well

They advanced with an army like the heavens' sphere

All noble warriors with faces radiant as the sun's glare

When the Cypress King learned of their arrival

He adorned his army like the partridge's plume revival

He sent a vast army ahead to greet them

Of sages, both foreign and kin among them

These three noble ones arrived in Yemen's land

And men and women came out to greet them grand

They scattered jewels and saffron in delight

They blended musk with wine to celebrate the sight

The horses' manes were drenched with musk and wine

Gold coins scattered beneath their hooves in line

The King of Yemen prepared a place to rest

And all the nobles gathered as his honored guest

He unlocked the treasures of ancient days

Revealed secrets hidden for countless ways

The three radiant ones like a paradise grove

No priest ever saw cypresses like those

With crowns and treasures untouched by toil

Except their curls that bore labor's coil

He brought forth the three and entrusted them to his sight

They were three new moons and three mighty knights

In bitterness, the King of Yemen spoke in despair

For much woe he received from Fereydun’s affair

Cursed be my fate, may I never rise

That women were born from the seed of royal ties

Fortune blesses those without daughters in their line

For if daughters come, their stars cease to shine

Before all the priests, the Cypress King declared

That a king was a fitting match for moons so fair

Know that these three will inherit my world

Entrusted to them as my legacy unfurled

So they guard them like their own eyes each day

And cherish them in their hearts always

He roared and packed the strangers' loads with haste

Upon the backs of wild camels, heavily laced

The gems of Yemen lit up the caravan’s face

One litter fastened tightly to another in place

When a child has both lineage and grace

They are cherished, be they daughter or son, in any case

Towards Fereydun, they set their course with care

Young, wise seekers of the righteous path there