When (the creation) was finished by the Creator,

He brought forth the colorful (world), having made it.

He sat on the saddle and set out on the road,

He took the winding path to the land of sorcery.

He went onward, walking on the long road,

Like the shining sun, he traveled from above.

He saw trees and plants and flowing water,

Just as it was a place for a young man.

Like the eye of a pheasant, he saw a spring,

A golden cup on it, full of wine.

A roasted wild sheep and bread beside it,

A saltcellar and a small bag around it.

It was the food of the sorcerers when Rostam arrived,

From his voice, the demon disappeared.

He descended from his horse and took the saddle off,

He was surprised by the roasted sheep and bread.

He sat by the auspicious spring,

He saw a golden cup filled with wine.

Along with the wine, he also found a tanbur (lute),

He found the wilderness like a house of feasting.

The brave one took it to his chest,

He played the lute and began to speak.

That Rostam is a wanderer and ill-fated,

Whose share of his joyful day is sorrow.

Every place of battle is his field,

The wilderness and the mountain are his garden.

All his battles are with lions and male dragons,

Where the dragon is not free from his grasp.

Wine and cup, fragrant flower and wine drinker,

The Creator has not granted him.

He is always fighting with whales,

Or he is fighting with leopards.

The song came to the ear of the sorceress,

The same lament of Rostam and the sound of the lute.

She adorned her face like spring,

Even though her appearance was not beautiful.

She came to Rostam, full of color and fragrance,

She asked and sat near him.

The brave one began to pray to God,

He increased his blessings.

That he had found a feast in the plain of Mazandaran,

Wine and cup, with a young wine drinker.

He did not know that she was a cunning sorceress,

Hidden in her appearance was Ahriman (the evil one).

She placed a cup of wine in his hand,

She remembered the benevolent Creator.

When he spoke of the benevolent Lord,

The sorceress's face changed.

Her soul had no thought of prayer,

Her tongue had no power of praise.

She turned black when she heard the name of God,

The brave one quickly looked at her.

He quickly threw the curved lasso,

He suddenly brought the sorceress's head into the noose.

He asked and said to her, 'Tell me what you are,'

'Show your face as you are.'

A foul old woman became in the lasso,

Full of wrinkles, deceit, bonds, and harm.

He cut her in half with his dagger,

He filled the hearts of the sorcerers with fear because of him.