He had a wise son, noble and grand

The precious Tahmuras, the demon-binder, took his stand

He came and ascended his father's throne

For kingship, he girded his belt and stood alone

He summoned all the wise men from the army near

With eloquence, he spoke words sincere

He said, 'Today the throne and crown are mine,

This treasure, this army, this glory divine.'

With wisdom, I’ll cleanse the world of all wrong

Then create a sanctuary, enduring and strong

From every place, I'll cut the demon's hand

For I wish to be the world's sovereign grand

Whatever is useful in this world, I'll reveal

And free from bonds, their true worth I'll seal

From the sheep and lamb, their wool and hair he took

And to spinning, they then turned their look

Through effort, they made garments with design

He guided them to weave and spread fabrics fine

From swift beasts, he tamed those of great speed

And fed them grass, straw, and barley seed

He observed the wild beasts with a careful eye

Selected lynxes and cheetahs from the roaming supply

With skill, he brought them from plain and hill

He bound those of the group with his will

Of birds, he chose those swift in their flight

The falcon and hawk, majestic in their might

He brought them and began to teach their ways

The world watched him in astonishment and praise

When this was done, he tamed hens and roosters too

That crowed loudly at the drumbeat's cue

He brought them and made them serve mankind

Selecting only the useful, leaving the rest behind

He commanded them to play melodies with fervor and care

And not to sing unless with voices fair

He said, 'Praise Him with all your might'

And worship the Creator of the world in light'

For He gave us power over the beasts of the field

Praise Him who showed us the righteous path to yield

He had a pure guide by his throne so near

Whose wisdom was free from deeds of fear

Renowned everywhere was his name, Shahrasp

His steps brought good wherever they would grasp

All day, he refrained from food and drink

And stood before the Creator throughout the night, to think

Beloved in every heart, his virtue shone

His way was prayer at night and fasting alone

He was the fortune of the king’s reign

And bound the ill will of those in disdain

He showed the king the ways of virtue and good

And sought to establish truth as it should

So the king was purified from all sin

That the divine glory shone brightly within

He went and bound the devil with a spell

And mounted a swift steed, powerful and well

Time after time, his saddle he would prepare

And galloped around the world without despair

When the demons saw his deeds of might

They turned away, refusing his words of right

The demons gathered in great numbers near

To strip him of his crown and splendor, they did fear

When Tahmuras learned of their plot and strife

He raged and shattered their plans with his life

With the Creator’s glory, he girded his waist

And raised a heavy mace with determined haste

All the mighty demons and sorcerers there

Were overcome, a heavy army laid bare

The roaring black demons led the charge in vain

They raised their cries to the heavens in pain

The world-ruler Tahmuras, wise and divine,

Prepared himself for war and enmity's line.

He engaged in battle with the demons, one by one,

Their resistance did not last long under the sun.

Two-thirds of them he bound with spells so strong,

The rest he subdued with his heavy mace all along.

He dragged them, wounded, bound, and disgraced,

For their lives, they pleaded mercy with haste.

‘Do not slay us, for we shall teach you a craft,

A skill from which great benefit you will draft.’

The noble king granted them mercy, then,

So they might reveal the secrets of their den.

When freed from his chains and tyranny's bind,

They sought his alliance, with no choice in mind.

They taught the king the art of writing fair,

And his heart with knowledge was set to flare.

Not one script, but thirty they brought,

Roman, Arabic, and Persian scripts they taught.

Sogdian, Chinese, and Pahlavi scripts too,

Every language and form of writing they knew.

The ruler lived thirty years beyond this feat,

Adding new skills and wisdom to make life complete.

But time came, and his life met its end,

His struggles remained as his legacy to send.