Fereydun raised his head to the sun

He tightly girded his belt for his father's vengeance

He happily went out on a Khordad day

With good fortune and a world-illuminating omen

The army gathered at his court

His headquarters ascended into the clouds

With elephants and buffaloes pulling the heavens

They carried provisions for the army ahead

Kianush and the noble were at the king's side

Like younger brothers, wishing him well

He traveled from one station to another like the wind

With a head full of vengeance and a heart full of justice

He turned towards the Arvand River

As a man seeking a diadem would

If you do not know the language of warriors

In Arabic, you call the Arvand the Tigris

The next station of that noble king

Was on the bank of the Tigris and the city of Baghdad