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The Reign of Fereydun
When Fereydun became master of the world, he recognized no ruler but himself.
In the manner of the ancient kings, he adorned the crown, the throne, and the royal palace of majesty.
On a blessed day, at the start of the month of Mehr, he set that royal crown upon his head.
The age was freed from the sorrow of wickedness, and everyone took the path of God.
They cleared their hearts of quarrels and, by custom, arranged a new festival.
The wise sat down contented, each one lifting a cup of ruby.
Bright wine, the face of the new king, a world made new by justice, and the start of a new month.
He ordered fires to be kindled; they burned amber and saffron together.
Honoring the festival of Mehregan is his faith; ease of body and good feasting are his custom.
If the month of Mehr is his lasting keepsake, then work hard, and never let hardship show on your face.
For five hundred years the world was his, and not for a single day did he lay a foundation of evil.
Since the world did not remain even for him, my son, you too must not worship greed nor eat your heart with grief.
Know that the world stays with no one like this; you will not find much lasting joy in it.
Faranak did not know this secret, that her son had become king over the world.
The royal throne was emptied of Zahhak; his days of majesty had come to their end.
Then the news of the fortunate son came to the mother, that her child had become the crown bearer.
Giving praise, she washed her head and body and came first before the Judge of the world.
She laid her head low upon the dust and called down curses upon Zahhak.
She sang praises to the Creator for that joyful turning of fortune.
After that, to anyone who was in need, she kept her own days of hardship as a hidden secret.
She gave them wealth in secret and told no one, keeping her own affair concealed.
For a whole week she gave away like this, until the poor could no longer be recognized as poor.
The next week she prepared a banquet for the great ones who held their heads high.
She adorned her house like a garden and made all the nobles her guests.
After that, all the treasure she had prepared, gathered and kept hidden away,
she began to open up those treasures and set her whole mind on giving.
She saw it was the time to open the treasury door; coins became worthless in her eyes now that she had seen her son a king.
There were royal garments and kingly jewels, and Arab horses with golden bridles;
coats of mail, helmets, javelins and swords, crown and belt, she spared none of it.
She loaded all the wealth onto camels and turned her pure heart toward the Lord of the world.
She sent the goods to her son, and with them a tongue full of blessing.
When the king of the earth saw those gifts, he accepted them and gave praise to his mother.
When the great men of the army learned of it, they hurried to the king of the world.
They said: O victorious king who knows God, praise be to Him, and through Him our thanks to you.
May your fortune grow greater on such a day, and may the fortune of ill wishers be cast down.
May victory come to you from heaven; may your mind hold nothing but justice and goodness.
After that, those who had seen the world took the road toward the king from every corner.
They mingled gold and jewels together and poured them upon the commander's crown.
The chief men from every one of his lands, with great joy, formed ranks at his gate.
They begged God's blessing upon that crown and throne, that royal cap and signet ring.
They all raised their hands to the sky and called on good thoughts for him.
Saying: may such a king live forever, and may such times be fruitful.
After that, Fereydun traveled around the world and saw both what was open and what was hidden.
Wherever he saw something following the path of injustice, wherever he saw a land that was not flourishing,
he bound every hand of evil with goodness, as befits the way of the wise.
He adorned the world until it was like paradise; where weeds had grown he planted cypress and rose.
He passed from Amol toward Tamisheh and settled in that famous woodland.
In the world they call it Gush; you will not know it by any name but this.