Book: Shahnameh

So be reasonable, generous, fair.
The country is happy - the king will be happy.
Lies closer to the throne of the ban,
Go always on the right path.
For good treasure don't be sorry;
They are country - like moisture for the fields.
But if the Shah is cruel, and avaricious, and greedy-
Work subjects difficult and frustrating.
Dikan saved the Treasury, decorated the house -
He created the sweat and labour
The king did not take the Treasury of dicana,
And should protect the Treasury of dicana.

Without the Shah's power faith is not strong,
Without faith will not hold the country.
Without power, faith, anger driven,
Without faith - the power of strife Cruz.

Run living, worldly vanity,
Not prolepsis to the world with all my heart!
People like you and I, he has seen
And all birthday hated.
I say you were a day laborer or king,-
Go, and the world will remain, as of old.
Let your crown to the Pleiades arise,
To collect their belongings all are you have to.
The iron you - you will melt it,
You weak - you will not be spared.
The camp, as Cogan from old age will bend.
Of the eyes extinct, the rain of tears will flow.
Saffron will be a fresh color to cheeks,
And the burden you will burden.
Though the mill was bent, the living spirit does not sleep.
Friends are gone, nobody listens.
If you were a commoner Il shahanshah,
Your refuge in the coming dust.
Where did men in crowns star?
Where Farr and happiness of the nobles, formidable?
Where are the generals, pahlavani-lions?
Where are their bones? Where is the proud head?
Their head - dust, ash and stone.
But the glory of the good and not devour the flame,

And if you won
And before you is the enemy ran,
Remember - too much blood shed is not necessary.
Here's my Testament: surrendering - mercy.

Honor the wise elders who have seen the light
Young, hungry for knowledge since childhood.
After all, the young man that the sun of knowledge torn
With the years of the elder you will have to change.

Oh, the evil of the universe eternal war!
The earth with tears from you!
Oh, long time eh is full of blood bowl
Boiling enmity veil earth ours?

It is known to all that women language
The reins do not know and chat used.

Alone not crazy if Bijan in mind?
How can a prisoner to work in prison?
Decided Manizha: "At the bottom of the well
The only one who's mind is devoid of laughs".

Tied the Bijan, as watchdog...
What glory, if false heaven?
Someone who is soft, the sky humpback
Is rudeness, anger embraced!

Empty bouncer always harmful
Always rocking the tree troubles!

Is this world: there are ridges and valleys
And you have to be calm in a hard day.

How can friendship with an enemy to engage?
Cold wind from the fire to produce?
With whatever you came in kindness,
Forever will be the enemy to breathe hatred.

But man, when hostility boils
And the son of the enemy can not be distinguished.

Prisoner does not surrender a true hero
Queens with unearthly beauty.