From the Turks, many advanced in the wrong way

Among them arrived a mighty hero, a refuge in the fray

He clashed with the warriors, renowned for their fight

And grasped a mace, like a bull, to the right

The brave men of Turan arose to the fight

In the end, they fled from the battle's sight

They turned their heads toward Afrasiab's domain

With hearts full of blood, and eyes filled with pain

They spoke to him, both those of low and high rank

That the general had turned cruel with a heart so blank

He ordered that Qulun should approach him with haste

A Turk of bravery, skilled in combat's embrace

He said to him, 'Choose a rider from the ranks'

And go forth, journeying to the mountain's banks

Be brave, wise, and alert with your mind

And remain awake for what's hidden behind

For the Iranians are people of cunning and might

They strike suddenly, with an unexpected bite

He left the presence of King Khosrow, Qulun's guide

To lead the people, as the way did divide

He blocked the way, facing the warriors ahead

With warriors and elephants, ready for dread

From there came Rustam, brave and chosen with care

He set forth, to the land of the Iranian heir

One path led him to the Alborz mountain's height

And another to a place of youth and might

There were many trees and flowing water nearby

A resting place for the youth, beneath the sky

A throne was placed near the flowing stream

With pure musk and rose water, a fragrant dream

A youth, radiant as the moon's bright light

Sat on the throne, in the cool shade of the night

Many warriors were raised in the ranks of pride

With their belts held high, in the noble stride

He prepared a royal assembly, a splendid sight

Like a paradise, adorned with colors bright

When they saw the hero on the way

They welcomed him from that shaded place

Saying, 'We are your hosts, and you are our guest

Descend here at our command'

So that we may all rejoice

And drink wine in honor of your face'

The mighty one replied to them

Saying, 'O noble and high-necked ones

I must go to the Alborz Mountains

For a task that requires much effort

There is no time for resting my head and hands

For there are many long hardships ahead

The throne of Iran is without a king

Drinking wine is of no use to me

Give me directions to Kay Qobad

Someone among you who remembers him

One of the brave men spoke up

Saying, 'I have directions to Kay Qobad

If you descend and eat our bread

You will brighten our lives with your face

We will tell you all about Kay Qobad

And what his customs and ways are

The mighty one dismounted from Rakhsh like the wind

When he heard the directions to Kay Qobad

He came swiftly to the riverbank

And they sat under the shade

The young man mounted his throne

Holding Rostam's hand in his

With the other hand, he filled a cup with wine

And remembered the noble men with it

He gave another cup to Rostam

Saying, 'O renowned and mighty one

You asked me about the sign of Qobad

Who do you remember this name from, you had?

Rustam said to him, 'I am a hero's son'

I bring a message to the enlightened one

The throne of Iran they adorned with care

The elders desired him as their king, so rare

My father, the one who chose the warriors, brave and true

They call him Zāl Zarr, with courage anew

He told me, 'Go to the Alborz mountain high'

See the brave Qobad, with his army nigh

Go to the kingship, and give him praise, one of a kind

Do not delay, for time is confined

Tell him the people have called for his reign

They have adorned the world in joy and gain

If you can, and if you know me right

Guide him to kingship, with all your might

At Rustam's words, the young brave heart did beam

He smiled and spoke, 'O warrior, the dream'

From the seed of Fereydun, I am Kīqābād, his pride

My father’s father, his name in my mind

When Rustam heard, he lowered his head in respect

He descended from the golden throne, his heart perfect

O King, King of kings, ruler of the land

Refuge of the great, the protector of the grand

May the throne of Iran be your desire’s domain

May the bodies of elephants be trapped in your reign

You sat upon the throne of kings, so high

May rebellion and wisdom together fly

I bring greetings to the King of the world, from afar

From Zal, the chosen one, the mighty warrior star

If the king commands, the servant shall obey

I will free the speaker from the chains today

The brave Qobad rose from his place with pride

His heart, mind, and courage, from Rustam’s words, did guide

At that moment, Tohamtan spoke his command

He gave the message of the Iranian general, so grand

When the commander heard these words

His heart beat with joy in his chest

He filled a cup with wine to the brim

And drank it in memory of the mighty one

The mighty one also drank a cup of wine

And praised the soul of the king

A roar arose from deep within

Joy increased and sorrow diminished

The king said to the hero

I had a dream with a clear mind

From the direction of Iran, two white falcons

One bright crown like the sun

Gracefully and proudly approached me

They placed the crown upon my head

When I awoke, I was filled with hope

From that bright crown and white falcons

I prepared a royal assembly

As you see here in this meadow

The mighty one became like the white falcon for me

I received the promise of greatness from the crown

When the mighty one heard of the king's dream

Of the falcons and the shining crown like the moon

He said to the king of the powerful ones

Your dream is a sign from the prophets

Now rise, let us go to Iran

To join the brave ones in assistance

Kay Qobad rose like fire from his place

He stepped into the battlefield with determination

Rostam girded his waist like the wind

And followed Kay Qobad swiftly

He did not cease his galloping day and night

Until he reached the vanguard

Qolon the brave became aware of the task

Like fire, he came toward the battlefield's flask

The Shah of Iran, when he saw this sight

He wished to form a line, prepared for the fight

Rustam said to him, 'O king so bold'

Your pursuit of battle is of no use, I'm told

Me, Rakhsh, and Kopal, and the mighty mountain's span

They have no strength to match mine in this plan

He spoke thus and from his place, Rakhsh did rise

With wounds, he scattered the riders, to all their surprise

Qolon saw a demon freed from its bind

With a mace in hand and a net of woven mind

He charged forward like the wind's fierce flow

Struck with a spear, loosened his armor in tow

Rustam struck, seized the spear with might

Qolon, amazed by his bravery, took flight

He took the spear from the famous warrior's hand

He roared like thunder from the mountain's land

He struck again, took him off his steed

And laid the spear's point upon the earth with speed

Qolon turned like a bird with the falcon's hand

The army saw them, face to face, hand in hand

Qolon's army fled from him, in retreat so swift

In an instant, fate brought them to an end so swift

Rustam passed through the vanguard of the horsemen's fight

He hurried toward the mountain's towering height

Where there were meadows and streams flowing fast

There, the great warrior descended at last

Thus, until the dark night came over the skies

Rustam prepared for every kind of surprise

From his attire, his heroic garb was worn

His crown and his robe, for kings were they born

When the dark night came, with a side glance seen

He rose and adorned the King of Iran's scene

They brought him near Zal, as night drew near

He came in silence, not a word did he steer

They sat for a week, in counsel and plan

And within them, the wise sages began

Then they adorned the throne with ivory bright

And from the ivory, the crown took its flight