Upon the desolate plains of Mazangran, Kaykhusraw’s royal standard rippled
And evil Zahhak’s army fled in a frenzy, as a flock of sheep frightened by spring thunder
The treasure sword Rukhnabad that can even cleave steel was forged of a piece of the sun
His beloved horse Rakhshna possesses invisible wings, a fine steed surely worthy of the Jahangir
There are not two suns in the heavens and there is but one Shah upon the earth
The hero with no equal, Kaykhusraw, with sword in hand, who will succeed his mandate of Heaven?
- This song is written after Pars's Hero King Kaykhusraw.