When Salm's messenger returned

The king sat and revealed the secret

He summoned the noble world-seeker

He recounted all the words to him

He said to him, those two warrior sons

Have turned their faces towards us from the west

Their fate by the stars is such

That they delight in evil deeds

Furthermore, two lands are their sustenance

That harshness has grown in those lands

Your brother was such a brother

Where he was your crown upon your head

When your colorful face withered

He will no longer turn around your bedside

If you bring love before the sword

Your head will become troubled from judgment

My two sons, who from both shoulders of the world

Have thus opened their tongues against me

If you are determined, twist the work

Open the treasure and pack up

If you reach for the cup in the morning

Or else, O son, they will eat you for dinner

You should not have any ally in the world

Without harm and with truth as your ally

Then Iraj the famous looked

At his kind, pure, and fortunate father

He responded, 'O king

Look at the turning of time

That passes over us like the wind

Why should a wise man grieve

It withers the rosy face

And darkens the bright-souled sight

It begins with treasure and ends with suffering

After suffering, leaving this transient place

When the bed is made of soil and the pillow of brick

Why should a tree be planted today

That no matter how much the wheel passes over it

Its body drinks blood and bears the fruit of vengeance

The Lord of the sword, throne, and ring

Has seen many like us and the earth will see many more

From those noble crowned ones of the past

They did not see enmity in their customs

If the king's command allows

I will not let the bad times pass in evil

I do not need the crown, throne, and cap

I will go before them running without an army

I will tell them, 'O my noble ones

Just as my body and soul are dear to me'

Do not hold a grudge and do not seek enmity

Without reason from the king of the earth

Do not place so much hope in the world

Look at what misfortune befell Jamshid

In the end, he also left the world

He did not keep his crown, throne, and belt

At the end of the matter, we will all

Have to taste the bad times

I will bring their spiteful hearts to this

More fitting than to bring enmity

The king said to him, 'O wise son

Your brother seeks battle and you seek peace'

I must remember these words

Light does not come from the moon by surprise

A wise answer is fitting from you

Your heart chose the love of their alliance

But when a soul becomes worthless

The wise one places it in the dragon's breath

What will come to him but biting poison

For this is his portion from creation

O son, if this is your decision

Prepare your affairs and arrange your place

Command a few servants from the army

Order them to accompany you on the way

Now I will write a letter from my aching heart

And send it to that assembly

So that I may see you healthy again

For my soul is brightened by seeing you