Viseh became the commander of the Turan army

With a renowned army, filled with vengeful desire

Before that, he reached Qaran's place

He saw his beloved slain, lying in disgrace

The brave warriors and the Turan forces

Many also joined him, following their courses

The standard was torn, the war drum cast down

Like a tulip's shroud, pale as sandalwood's gown

News reached Qaran from Viseh, in haste

That victory and honor had arrived in haste

He sent the swift horsemen towards the midday sun

And himself, he went to the world’s shining run

The sorrow of Viseh’s warrior son

He turned towards Persia, like the wind on the run

When Qaran moved from Persia to Hamun’s side

From his left hand, an army arose, wide

The black banner rose in the swirling dust

The Turkic commander stood before the army, just

The troops were raised on both sides of the field

And the battalions advanced, seeking to wield

From the heart of the army, Viseh cried loud

That the crown and throne were blown away like a cloud

From Qanuj to the borders of Kabulistan

From that place to the land of Zabulistan

All the heads are now in our grasp so firm

Our plots and tricks are carved on the palace term

Where will you find a place to rest?

After this, where will the king be caught, oppressed?

Qaran responded: 'I am Qaran, the brave and bold'

'I will cast my rug into the flowing cold'

I did not flee out of fear nor in discourse

I came to seek vengeance, in pursuit of the course

When I gave up on his hatred, my heart now free

Now, I’ve created hatred and war for thee

The swirling dust rose, black as the night

The air grew dark, with neither sun nor moonlight

The army clashed, one against the other’s might

Like a flowing river, blood poured in sight

Qaran, the seeker of battle, moved toward Viseh

And Viseh turned his face, retreating in dismay

Many warriors were slain in this fierce battle's wake

And when Viseh saw it, his head did ache

When Viseh reached, the stars had broken their stance

Qaran did not pursue, ending his warlike dance

Viseh went forward to Afrasiyab's sight

With his eyes full of tears for his son, so bright