The Pehliva, on a great hunt, rode his mare to Samangan Rostam's steed was snared, for he awakened, and Rakhsh was gone How could he stand against the Turks, and how could he traverse the desert alone He ventured to rid the thieves heads from their trunks, and such he swore that great oath
The power and might of Keriman The stature of Sam, son of Neriman The only soldier who would raise his mace The Leopard and the Lion, he was of their race
Soothed by the words of the King, Rostam was gifted with wine and song The king's own daughter Tahmina would return the horse to whom it belonged He would give her a child, and leave her with a jewel To adorn the one who one day would rule
The power and might of Keriman The stature of Sam, son of Neriman The only soldier who would raise his mace The Leopard and the Lion, he was of their race A fight to the death that in no way could be won For the two that combated were father and son Such it was his son was doomed The child of prowess that had fallen in his bloom
Sohrab had fully grown With the strength that matched Rostam's own Leading an army to Zaboulistan Taking cities, castles, all in the land Sohrab challenged his father he'd thought Yet Rostam gave not his name, and the boy he knew not All found the child to live up to his boasts For days and nights fought the mightiest of the hosts Shivering spears, turning swords to saws Arrows, clubs, maces, weapons them all Two matched in power, yet fate would make one no more Rostam called for strength to defeat his foe
Beholding the jewel that lie on his breast A father knew the one one he had laid to rest He made a great fire, torching all that he owned His tent, armour, Leopard skins, the appurtenances of his throne He came like the thunder, and vanished like the wind Perchance it is written they would meet above, again
Tossing black earth in her face Tahmina's own hair she tore She burned Sohrab's home, and gave his treasures to the poor When she could bear the pain no more Following her child, her soul went forth
The power and might of Keriman The stature of Sam, son of Neriman The only soldier who would raise his mace The Leopard and the Lion, he was of their race A fight to the death that in no way could be won For the two that combated were father and son Such it was his son was doomed The child of prowess that had fallen in his bloomTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
