She had five Turkic servants, devoted and kind

Devoted servants and affectionate bonds they entwined

To those wise servants she revealed her thought

Saying, 'I wish to unveil what secrecy has brought'

Each of you is my confidant true

Devoted servants, sharing my sorrow too

Know this, all five of you, and be aware

Each year, with fortune, you share my care

For I am in love like a storming sea

Whose waves rise upward to eternity

My heart is full of Sam’s noble son’s flame

Even in sleep, I dream of him the same

Always my heart aches with love for his face

Night and day, I ponder his charm and grace

Now, what cure can you suggest for this word?

What will you say, and what pledge can be heard?

A remedy must now be devised and found

To free my heart and soul from this wound profound

The servants were amazed at her strange plight

That the noble daughter would share such a sight

They adorned their reply with careful tone

As if from their place, demons had flown

O crown of the women in this wide domain

Exalted above daughters of nobles’ reign

Praised from Hindustan to China’s shore

Among beauties, you shine as a jewel evermore

No cypress on the meadow matches your height

No shining pearl compares to your face so bright

Your painted visage from Kanauj and Ray

Sends blessings eastward to the gods they pray

But within your sight, no shame seems to appear

No reverence for your father, it seems, is here

For whom you would place above your father’s care

Is he whom you wish in your arms to bear

He who was raised in the mountain’s rough nest

An outcast marked among society at best

No aged mother has borne such a plight

Nor of one whose lineage stands upright

Such rosy cheeks with the scent of musk infused

It’s a wonder if age’s search he’d have refused

The world is filled with love for your grace

Your beauty’s image adorns many a place

With such a face, stature, and hair so fine

Even from the fourth heaven, a spouse you’d assign

When Rudabeh heard their words

Her heart's fire flared up like the wind

She shouted at them in anger

She turned her face and closed her eyes

From then on, with a grim face and eyes

She furrowed her brows in anger

She said, 'This immature struggle of yours

Wasn't worth listening to your words

I want neither Caesar nor the Emperor of China

Nor the crown bearers of Iran

For me, Zal, son of Sam, is the most fitting

With the strength of a lion and great stature

Whether you call him old or young

He is my body and soul

My heart chose his love without seeing him

And chose friendship from what I've heard

I am kind to him for his face and hair

I seek his love for his talents

Her servant became aware of her secret

When she heard her weary voice

They said aloud, 'We are your servants

Kind-hearted and devoted to you

Now see what you command

Nothing but goodness will come from your orders

One of them said, 'O noble one

Make sure no one knows this secret

If we need to learn magic

To bind and enchant eyes

We will fly with birds and become magicians

We will strive and find a way like deer

So that we can bring the king to the moon

And make him a place near her

Rudabeh's red lips smiled

She turned her saffron-dyed face to her servant

She said, 'If you carry out this plan

You will plant a tall and strong tree

That will bear rubies every day

And bring Arabs to its shade