A long time passed

The world held secrets in its heart

Fereydun the wise became old

He walked in the spring garden

In this manner, all words turn

They become weak as they age

When darkness entered the affairs

The wealthy became bewildered

Salm's heart was shaken

His way and opinion changed

His heart was drowned in greed

He sat down to think with a guide

He did not like his father's division

Who gave the golden throne to the younger son

His heart was full of spite, his face full of frowns

He sent a messenger to the king of China

He sent a message to his brother

Saying, 'Live forever, happy and joyful'

Know this, O King of the Turks and China

The bright heart is separated from the best

You seem to have lost interest in goodness

Your demeanor is low, but your stature is like a tall cypress

Now listen to a story from me

You have not heard such a tale from the ancients

We were three sons, worthy of the throne

One younger than us rose in fortune

If I am older in age and wisdom

Time was favorable to me

The crown, throne, and cap passed over me

It befits none but you, O King

It is fitting if we both remain sorrowful

For our father did us such an injustice

He gave Iran, the plains of the warriors, and Yemen to Iraj

And Rome and the West to me

He gave you the borders of the Turks and China

Making you the commander of the land of Iran

In this division, I have no role

My father's mind was not in the right place

The messenger's camel placed its foot

And came near the Lord of Turan

He listened well and remembered everything

He filled the mindless head of Tur with wind

When Tur the brave heard this secret

He suddenly raged like a lion

He responded thus to the king

Remember this and say these words to him

That in our youth, our father

Deceived us in this way, O just one

This is a tree he planted himself

Its water is blood and its leaves are wounds

You and I must now discuss this

We must come to a conclusion

Make wise decisions and careful observations

Send a swift messenger to the king

Choose an eloquent speaker from among us

He should be sent to the king of the world

Instead of cowardice and deceit

The brave should not find patience

There should be no delay in this matter

Where comfort comes in preparation

When the messenger brought back the response

The hidden secret was unveiled

One brother went from Rome, the other from China

Poison mixed with honey

They met each other again

They spoke openly and in secret

They then chose a sharp-witted priest

Eloquent, perceptive, and knowledgeable

They cleared the place of strangers

They deliberated on all kinds of opinions

Salm initiated the conversation

He washed his eyes of his father's shame

He told the messenger to pave the way

You should not be caught by wind and dust

When you arrive at Fereydun's palace

First give greetings from both sons

Then tell him to fear God

He should be mindful in both abodes

A young man hopes for old age

His white hair does not turn black

Why delay in this tight place

When the house of delay has become tight for you

The pure God gave you the world

From the shining sun to the dark earth

You set all customs and paths according to your desires

You did not look at God's command

You sought nothing but crookedness and deficiency

You did not bring truth within generosity

You had three wise and brave sons

The great one became dark and keen-minded

You did not see more skill with one

Where the other surpassed him

You made one the dragon's breath

You raised one into the clouds

One had a crown on his head at your bedside

Your world-view became happy with him

We are not lesser than him in mother and father

Neither in the royal throne nor in worthiness

O just ruler of the earth

May this judgment never be praised

If the crown from that worthless head

Becomes distant and the world is freed from him

You give him a corner of the world

He will sit hidden from you like us

Otherwise, the riders of the Turks and China

And the warriors from Rome seeking vengeance

I will gather an army with maces

From Iran, I will destroy Iraj

When the priest heard the harsh message

He kissed the ground and turned his back

He mounted the saddle in such a way

That fire would move from its place with the wind

He arrived at the court of King Fereydun

He saw a raised head with no end

His height reached the clouds

His width from mountain to mountain on the ground

Sitting at the door among the noble ones

Inside the curtain, the place of the wealthy

With one hand holding a lion and a leopard

In the other hand, fierce war elephants

From among the many valiant and noble warriors

A roar arose like the voice of a lion

The hall seemed like the sky

With a mighty army standing around him

The vigilant and informed went

And spoke to the king of the world

That a messenger has come to the king

A dignified man with presence

He ordered the curtain to be raised

They let him enter the court on his horse

When his eyes met Fereydun's face

He saw nothing but the king in his eyes and heart

Tall as a cypress, and face like the sun

Hair like camphor around a red rose

Two lips full of smiles, two cheeks full of blush

Royal speech full of soft words

Fereydun seated him immediately

Gave him a deserving place next to himself

He first asked him about the two dear ones

If they were joyful and healthy

Then he asked about the long and arduous journey

If he was weary from the ups and downs

The messenger said, 'O noble king

May no one see misfortune before you'

Everyone you ask about is in your favor

All live purely by your name

I am an unworthy servant of the king

In such an ungracious state

I have brought a harsh message to the king

The sender is angry, and I am innocent

I will say what the king commands

The message of the foolish young ones

He then ordered him to open his mouth

He remembered all the words he had heard

Fereydun listened to him attentively

When he heard it, his mind started to boil

He said to the messenger, 'O wise one

You must now ask for forgiveness'

For I had high hopes from them

And placed them in my heart

From a bad gem, no greatness comes

My heart gave me this insight

Tell those two impure and futile ones

Two demons with cleansed minds

Blessed are you for revealing the gem

Greetings to you in this way

If your minds have emptied from my advice

You had no awareness from your wisdom

You have neither shame nor fear of God

This is surely your way of thinking

My hair was once pitch-black

With a tall stature like a cypress and a face like the moon

The sky that bent my back

Did not become low and still remains upright

This time will also bend you

It will not remain so steadfast

By the supreme name of the pure God

By the shining sun and the dark earth

By the throne and the crown, by Venus and the moon

That I did not look at you with evil

I gathered a group of wise men

Astrologers and priests

Many times have passed in this

We did not give away the earth to the wind

I sought only truth from this word

Neither the beginning nor the end was crooked

The fear of God was in the midst

I sought all truth in the world

When they gave me the prosperous world

I did not seek to scatter the assembly

I said that the throne would remain prosperous

I entrusted it to three fortunate eyes

If now your hearts from my path

Have been led astray by the demon to crookedness and darkness

See if the high Creator

Will approve such things from you

I will tell you a story if you listen

You will reap what you have sown

The guide said to us

This is our eternal abode

Greed has taken its seat on the throne of wisdom

Why have you partnered with such a devil

I fear that in the clutches of this dragon

Your souls will escape from your bodies

For me, the time to leave this world has come

It is not the time for haste and turmoil

But this is what the old man says

Who had three noble sons

When greed leaves the hearts

What is the earth and the kingly crown

One who buries his brother in the ground

Deserves not to be called pure

The world has seen many like you

It will not be tamed by anyone

From what you know of the Creator

Salvation lies in the days of reckoning

Seek and make that your provision for the journey

Strive to shorten the suffering

The messenger heard his words

Kissed the ground and turned away

He returned from Fereydun in such a way

As if he had become one with the wind