The peerless Rustam tarried with the Sháh
One month in revelry. At length he said:—
“O full of virtues, wearer of the crown!
The monarch of the world is wise and good,
But yet I long to see the face of Zál.”
The great Sháh then unlocked his treasury-door,
And of the precious things there stored away
Such gifts as jewels, crowns, and finger-rings,
Brocade and raiment from Barbar, and slaves,
With earrings and with crowns, a hundred steeds
And camels, saddled or for porterage,
With golden trays of aloes and of musk,
Two golden slippers, and a mace to match
Inlaid with jewels that a king might wear,
Gifts that became a man of such renown,
The Sháh sent matchless Rustam, and went out
Two stages with him on the journey home;
And Rustam when the king was wearying
Of that long road gat down and homaged him,
Bade him farewell, then left Írán behind,
And hastened onward to Zábulistán.
The world became obedient to the Sháh,
And settled in accordance to his will.
This tale too have I ended and 'tis long—
This battle with Kámús—and from my song
No jot hath fallen. Had but one word been
Left out it would have caused my soul chagrin.
I joyed o'er Púládwand who added not
His steel chains to the chains that we have got.*

Now hear the battle with Akwán and know
How famous Rustam fared against that foe.