At night he put the saddle on Shabdíz,
A charger of his father's, donned a tunic
Of cloth of gold of Chín, stuck in his crown
An eagle's plume, and took whate'er he needed
Both of dínárs and royal jewelry.
He left Írán for Rúm, for since the father
Preferred to reign the son preferred to range.
On hearing what Gushtásp had done Luhrásp
Was troubled, all his joy was at an end.

He called to him Zarír and all the sages,
Held talk with them at large about Gushtásp,
And said to them: “This lion-man will bring
Crowned heads to dust. What are your views herein?
What course do ye advise? Treat it not lightly.”
An archmage said: “O fortune's favourite!
A crown and throne are very dear to men.
None else hath had a son such as Gushtásp,
No man of name e'er heard of such an one.
Dispatch in quest of him to every quarter
Some valiant nobles that are good at need;
Then, if he shall return, deal gently with him,
Do what is right, and banish selfishness,
Because the Kaian crown beholdeth many,
Such as thou art, but loveth no one long.
Bestow upon Gushtásp a host of men,
And set the noble crown upon his head.
We nowhere see a cavalier like him,
Save Rustam that illustrious paladin,
While in respect of stature, wisdom, looks,
And sense, ear hath not heard of such another.’
Luhrásp sent chiefs and sought through all the world
To find his son. They went their various ways,
But in the end returned despairingly,
Because they journeyed under sluggish stars.
Luhrásp had all the censure for his share,
The grief and travail were Gushtásp's affair.