Gív like a madman roamed about to find
Some traces of the prince. While seven years passed
His loins were galled by sword and leathern girdle.
He fed on onagers and wore their skins,
At times had brackish water and green herbs,
And went about the desert and the mountains
In travail and in hardship far from men.
Now at the time when Rustam led his host
Across the river to the Íránian side
Afrásiyáb returned to Gang, Túrán
Came to his hand again, and then he bade
Pírán: “Bring hither ill-starred Kai Khusrau
Back from Máchín and give him to his mother,
But have the roads well watched.”
Pírán dispatched
A messenger upon a noble camel,
And had the son of Siyáwush brought back—
A prudent and a life-inspiring youth—
And gave him to his mother. Passed a while.
As gallant Gív was roaming o'er Túrán
In melancholy case, it so fell out
He answered:—
“O lion-man! my mother told me this—
That when my father by the Grace of God
Entrusted unto her his last commands,