Zahhak was not satisfied with that search

The world was filled with talk of the cow

The running mother came towards the meadow

She said to the cautious man

A divine thought has come to my heart

It has risen from the path of wisdom

One must act for there is no other solution

For my child and my sweet soul are one

I will take him from the land of sorcery

Until I reach the border of India

I will disappear from among the crowd

I will take the beautiful face to the Alborz mountain

She brought her child like a swift runner

Like birds to that high mountain peak

There was a religious man on that mountain

Who was free from worldly sorrows

Franak said to him, 'O pure-hearted

I am a mourner from the land of Iran

Know that this precious child of mine

Will one day be the leader of the gathering

You must be his guardian

Like a father trembling for his life

The good man accepted her child

Never bringing him cold wind

The news reached the ill-fated Zahhak

About that precious cow and meadow

He came with vengeance like a drunken elephant

And brought down that precious cow

Everything he saw there, the livestock

He killed and cleared the place of them

Quickly he rushed to Fereydun's house

He searched thoroughly but found no one

He set fire to his hall

And brought down the tall palace