When one watch of the dark night passed

Like one who tells a secret in a fever

A cry arose from Afrasiab

The place of rest and sleep trembled

The attendants quickly rose

They started shouting and clamor

When that news came to Garsivaz

That the crown of the king was darkened

He quickly came to the king

He saw him sleeping on the ground by the road

He took him in his arms and asked him

Tell this story to your brother

He answered thus: Do not ask

Speak not a word to me at this time

Wait until I regain my senses

Hold me in your arms and hold me tight for a while

After a while, when he came to his senses

The world-experienced one, with moaning and crying

They placed a candle and he ascended the throne

He was trembling like a tree

Garsivaz, seeking fame, asked

Open your lips and tell of this wonder

Thus spoke the mighty Afrasiab

That no one ever sees this in a dream

Such as I have seen on this dark night

I have not heard from old or young

I saw in a dream a desert full of snakes

The world full of dust, the sky full of eagles

A dry, barren land that you would say is the sky

It did not show its face until the world existed

My tent was pitched on the edge

Around it was an army of warriors

A wind arose, full of dust

It turned my banner upside down

From every side, a stream of blood flowed

Tents and pavilions were overturned

And from my army, more than a thousand

With severed heads and bodies cast down in disgrace

An army from Iran, like a rushing wind

With lances in hand and bows and arrows

All their lances carried heads

And each rider had a head by his side

Riders galloped upon my throne

A hundred thousand in black attire and lancers

They roused me from my seat

They dragged me away with my hands bound

I looked carefully in every direction

There was no one continuously before me

They took me running before Kavus

A renowned warrior named Badsar

There was a throne like the shining moon

The son of Kavus Shah was sitting upon it

He was not more than two weeks old

When he saw me bound before him

He roared like a thunderous cloud

He cut me in half with his sword

I cried out greatly from pain

My moaning and pain awakened me

Garsivaz said to him, "This dream of the king

Is nothing but the desire of the well-wisher

It is all the heart's desire, the crown and throne

Your fortune is overturned upon your ill-wishers

There must be someone to interpret the dream

Who has much knowledge

Let us call the wise Mobads

From the astrologers and the wise men

Whoever is aware of this knowledge

Even if he is scattered at the king's door

They gathered at the king's door

To know why he had summoned them

He called them and seated them suitably before him

He spoke with each one, both high and low

Thus he said to the renowned Mobads

O you pure-hearted, virtuous, wise men

If this dream and my words in the world

I hear from anyone, openly or secretly

I will not leave one of them head and body together

If they breathe a word of this

He bestowed upon them boundless gold and silver

So that no one would be afraid of him

After that, he told what he had seen in the dream

When the Mobad heard those words from the king

He was afraid and asked the king for protection

That this dream, how can one tell it truly?

Unless the king makes a pact with his servant

And holds his tongue as hostage in response

That whatever we remember of this matter

We will reveal to the king and find justice

The king gave his word and granted protection

That he would not see any harm from them

There was a very intelligent speaker

Who could unfold eloquent words

He said, "From the dream of the Shah of the world

A mighty army came in alarm

A prince was at the forefront

World-experienced, with many guides with him

The king sent him on that mission

That this land would be ruined for us

If the king makes war with Siavash

The face of the world will become like brocade in color

No righteous person will remain from the Turks

The king will become sorrowful from his war

And if he is killed by the king's hand

In Turan, no head, crown, or throne will remain

The whole earth will become full of turmoil

Because of Siavash, there will be war and vengeance

At that time, the truth will come to your mind

That the country will be ruined by deficiency

Even if the world-possessor becomes a bird and flies

He will not find passage on this revolving sky

In this way, the sky will pass

Sometimes full of anger and sometimes full of kindness

Afrasiab became sad when he heard this

He did not hasten at all to seek war

He revealed those secrets to Garsivaz

He recalled many hidden words

That if I lead an army to war with Siavash

And do not send it, no one will come seeking vengeance

Neither will he be killed in battle, nor I

The assembly will be relieved of talk and discussion

Neither will Kavus seek vengeance from me

Nor will turmoil seize the whole earth

Instead of seeking the world and warfare

May I have no other business but peace

I will send to him silver and gold

Also the crown, the throne, and abundant jewels

Perhaps these calamities will pass from me

For I fear that my soul will wither

When I set my sights on treasure

It is fitting that the sky will not want me to suffer

I do not want from the world except what it has written

One must live as God has created

When half of the revolving sky had passed

The shining sun showed its face

The nobles came to the king's court

Attendants and those wearing hats came

He held a meeting with the wise men

Intelligent and experienced leaders

He said to them thus: "From the times

I see no benefit except warfare

Many famous ones who at my hand

Were ruined in battle in this assembly

Many cities became hospitals

Many gardens also became thorn fields

Many a garden that is my battlefield

Everywhere is a sign of my army

From the injustice of the world's king

All goodness is hidden within

It does not give birth in time in the plain of Gur

The eyes of the hawk's chick become blind

The milk of the hunting lion does not flow from its breast

The water in its spring becomes pitch

The spring of water in the world becomes dry

It does not hold the scent of musk within the navel

Righteousness flees from crookedness

Deficiency appears from every side

Now let us recall knowledge and justice

Instead of sorrow and hardship, let us bring justice

The world will be at ease from us for a time

It should not be that death comes suddenly

Two parts of the world are under my feet

Iran and Turan are my domain

Look how many warriors

Bring heavy tribute every year

If you are now in agreement

I will send a message to Rostam

Also, in peace with Siavash

I will seek and send countless things

The leaders one by one prepared their answers

They all desired goodness and righteousness

That you are the king and we are like the path

We have set our hearts on carrying out your command

They all returned with their heads full of justice

No one remembered sorrow or hardship

Then the king said thus to Garsivaz

"Prepare for the task and set out on the way

Make haste and weigh your words

Choose two hundred horsemen from the army

Go to Siavash

Prepare a treasure of all kinds of things

From Arabian horses with golden bridles

From Indian swords with golden scabbards

A crown full of royal jewels

From carpets, a hundred camel-loads

Two hundred slaves and maidservants together

Tell him that I have no war with you

Inquire much of him and tell him

That we have not turned our face towards Iran

The land up to the edge of the Jihun River is mine

In Sogdiana, this kingdom is separate

It is the same as that from Tur and the brave Salm

The world became high where it was low

From Iraj, who was killed without guilt

The minds of the great ones became shattered

There was no separation from Turan to Iran

That there was no acquaintance with malice and war

From God, I have such hope

That blessing, peace, and good tidings will come

He stirred you up from the city of Iran

That he saw you with kindness from the brave ones

By your fortune, the world will find peace

War and evil will be hidden away

When Garsivaz comes to you

Your dark plan will come to fruition

Just as in the time of the hero Fereydun

Who entrusted the world to the brave ones through generosity

Let us forgive and bring back that plan

Let us withdraw our foot from war and vengeance

You are the king, and tell the king of Iran

Perhaps the warlike head will become soft

Speak words with the elephant-bodied one

Tell many stories with eloquence

On this same matter, send a message to Rostam

Attendants and horses and golden bridles

To him also, such wealth

Take, so that the matter may be arranged

Except for the golden throne, for he is not the king

The body of the champion is not from the court