And those who left the city of Arman

With hatred, they moved towards Zabulistan

Shamasas, who had passed beyond the Jihon

Set his face towards Sistan and hastened on

Khazravans, with thirty thousand sword-wielders

From the Turks, great ones with daggers prepared

They marched awake, to the Hirmand river

With swords and maces, their fortune delivered

For Zal, their father, with sorrow and pain

They made a tomb for him in the Gurab plain

In the city, within, was Mehrab, the guide

He was enlightened, restless, and open-eyed

A messenger came from him with news

Towards Shamasas, he set his face to choose

He came down before the tent's front door

From Mehrab, he gave many greetings and more

That the alert-hearted king of Turan's host

Shall remain, with his crown, forever proud and boast

We are of the race of the Arab Dhahhak

And in this kingship, not fully glad

With unity, I bought my soul in this war

I saw no other way to settle the score

Now this abode and my seat are mine

Zabulistan, by my hand, shall shine

When Dastan came from there, sorrow-stricken

For the praise of Sam, the knight, was given

My heart was glad at his care for him

And I hope to never see his face grow dim

I will ask of the renowned hero's time

To send a swift messenger in his prime

A man of keen mind and swift pace

I will send him close to Afrasiyab’s space

So that he might be aware of my hidden plan

And the speaker's words may be brief, as they began

I will send gifts, as is appropriate and due

Anything else, from the king’s door, too

If he says, 'Come to me,' with no delay

I shall not approach, except before his throne to stay

I shall entrust the whole kingship to the swift

And always keep my heart light and swift

I will not bring the hero's body to pain

I will send him treasures, in every gain

Thus, I bound the hero's heart with care

And with that, he reached for a solution, fair

Nawandi cast himself near Zal with speed

Like a bird, he spread his wings and took the lead

Tell the hands of what you saw in the fight

Say to him not to fear for his flight

That two heroes came, prepared for war

From the Turks, an army like a vast field, a lion's roar

Two armies drew near to the Hirmand plain

With their gold, I bound their feet in chains

If you speak for a moment of their arrival

It will arise as a sign of distrust’s revival