When Fereydoun’s years surpassed twice eight,

From Alborz Mountain he descended to the plain.

He approached his mother, inquired, and said,

Reveal to me the hidden truth that lies ahead.

Tell me who my father was,

And from which noble seed I am born.

What shall I say when I stand in the assembly?

Share with me a wise tale about my lineage.

Franak said to him, O seeker of glory,

I shall tell you everything you ask.

Know that from the borders of Iran's land,

There was a man named Abtin.

He was of the Kian lineage and ever watchful,

Wise, brave, and harmless to others.

His ancestry traced back to Tahmuras the brave,

Who preserved his father’s memory through generations.

He was your father and my noble companion,

No bright day existed for me without him.

Then Zahhak, the sorcerer worshiper,

Raised his hand against your life in Iran.

From him, I kept you hidden,

How many dark days I endured.

Your father, that precious young man,

Gave his life for your shining soul.

Upon Zahhak’s shoulders grew two serpents,

Who wreaked havoc upon Iran.

They prepared your father’s head with brains,

Feeding the serpents their cruel meal.

Finally, I fled to a forest,

Where no one dared imagine entering.

I saw a cow, radiant as spring,

Covered in dazzling hues and patterns.

Its guardian, with a humble heart,

Sat within the forest, devoted and royal.

To him, I entrusted you for many years,

He raised you with love and care.

From the udder of that peacock-colored cow

You would rise like a brave leopard

Finally, from that cow and meadow

One by one, the news reached the king

Suddenly, I took you from the forest

Fleeing from the hall and home

He came and killed that precious one

As well as the kind, speechless nurse

From our hall to the sunlit earth

He raised and turned that height into a pit

When Fereydun heard this, he listened intently

And became agitated by his mother's words

His heart filled with pain and his head with vengeance

His brows furrowed with anger

He responded to his mother, 'A lion

Does not become brave without a test

The sorcerer has now acted

I must take action with my sword

I will follow the command of the pure God

I will raise the dust from Zahhak's hall

His mother said to him, 'This is not wisdom

You are not yet prepared to face the world'

Zahhak, the world ruler with crown and throne

His army ready to obey his command

If he wishes, he can gather a hundred thousand from each country

Girded for battle on his behalf

This is not the way of bond and vengeance

Do not see the world with youthful eyes

For whoever drinks the wine of youth

Sees none but himself in the world

In that drunkenness, he will lose his head

May your days be nothing but joyful and prosperous