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Updated: June 26, 2025
Bethink thee how he slew The gentle Irij his own brother; how, In these our days, thy son, Afrásiyáb, Crossing the Jihún, with a numerous force Invaded Persia think how Nauder died! Not in the field of battle, like a hero, But murdered by thy son who, ever cruel, Afterwards stabbed his brother, young Aghríras, So deeply mourned by thee. Yet do I thirst not For vengeance, or for strife.
He was called Minúchihr, and great rejoicings took place on the occasion of his birth. The old man's lips, with smiles apart, Bespoke the gladness of his heart. And in his arms he took the boy The harbinger of future joy; Delighted that indulgent Heaven To his fond hopes this pledge had given, It seemed as if, to bless his reign, Irij had come to life again.
Sílim and Túr, being apprised of the approach of Irij, went out of the city, according to ancient usage, to meet the deputation which was conveying to them their father's letter. Irij was kindly received by them, and accommodated in the royal residence.
They say that subsequent to this dreadful calamity he always wore black clothes. The head of Irij was buried in a favorite garden, where he had been accustomed to hold weekly a rural entertainment.
Afrásiyáb again has revenged their death upon Nauder, the son of Minúchihr, and now Rustem has conquered Afrásiyáb. But why should we any longer keep the world in confusion Why should we not be satisfied with what Feridún, in his wisdom, decreed? Continue in the empire which he appropriated to Irij, and let the Jihún be the boundary between us, for are we not connected by blood, and of one family?
He fervently hoped that a son might be born to take vengeance for his father's death. But it so happened that Mahafríd, the wife of Irij, gave birth to a daughter. When this daughter grew up, Feridún gave her in marriage to Pishung, and from that union an heir was born who in form and feature resembled Irij and Feridún.
As soon as the letter was finished, Irij mounted his horse, and set off on his journey, accompanied by several of his friends, but not in such a manner, and with such an equipment, as might betray his rank or character. When he arrived with his attendants in Turkistán, he found that the armies of his two brothers were ready to march against him.
The shedders of a brother's blood had now Brought their innumerous legions to the strife, And formed them in magnificent array: The picket guards were almost thrown together, When Túr sprung forward, and with sharp reproach, And haughty gesture, thus addressed Kabád: "Ask this new king, this Minúchihr, since Heaven To Irij gave a daughter, who on him Bestowed the mail, the battle-axe, and sword?"
With musk and ambergris he first embalmed The head of Irij, then to his old father Dispatched the present with these cruel words: "Here is the head of thy beloved son, Thy darling favourite, dress it with a crown As thou wert wont; and mark the goodly fruit Thou hast produced. Adorn thy ivory throne, In all its splendour, for this worthy head, And place it in full majesty before thee!"
Must the youngest still be nursed, And the elder branches cursed? And condemned, by stern command, To a wild and sterile land?" When Irij heard these words from Túr, he immediately replied, saying: "I only seek tranquillity and peace; I look not on the crown of sovereignty.
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