Fereydun Rises Against Zahhak

Fereydun lifted his head to the sun and tightened his belt to avenge his father. He set out cheerfully on the day of Khordad, under a lucky star and a world-brightening omen. An army gathered at his court, and the top of his throne rose into the clouds. On wagon-pulling elephants and on buffalo, they carried the troops' provisions ahead. Kianush and Parmayeh stood at the king's side, wishing their younger brother well. He moved from stage to stage like the wind, his head full of vengeance, his heart full of justice. He turned his face toward the Arvand River, as befits a man who seeks a crown. If you don't know the language of heroes, then in Arabic call the Arvand the Tigris. The next halt of that noble, freeborn king was on the bank of the Tigris, by the city of Baghdad.