As the radiant sun ascended the vault of heaven, the echo of war-horns and heavy drums shattered the morning silence around the fortress of Kalat. Prince Farud sallied forth with desperate valour, his blade flashing as he cut through the Iranian ranks. The mountain ridges turned dark as pitch under the churning dust of battle and the rain of arrows. The Iranian host stood awestruck by the young prince's royal prowess, for he fought like a furious lion. Yet destiny had wove a dark thread; as Farud retreated alone toward the citadel, Rohham and Bizhan lay in ambush. Bizhan charged from the lower slope, drawing Farud's focus, whereupon Rohham crept behind him and struck a devastating blow with an Indian blade, severing the prince's shoulder. Bizhan then struck the hocks of his steed, but Farud, bleeding and mortally wounded, managed to drag himself within the fortress gates before they were barred.
Inside the citadel, Jarireh and her maidens lifted the dying lion onto an ivory couch. With fading breath, Farud urged the women to cast themselves from the fortress parapets rather than suffer captivity at Bizhan's hands. As his noble spirit departed, despair consumed Jarireh. She set fire to the royal treasury, reducing all wealth to ashes, and slaughtered the noble warhorses in their stalls. Then, clutching a steel dagger of bluish hue, she knelt beside Farud, pressed her face to his cold cheek, disemboweled herself, and surrendered her life upon her son's breast.
When the Iranian warriors finally broke into the stronghold, they were struck with horror and grief. Bahram and Goudarz wept bitterly at the bedside of the slain prince and his mother. Bahram warned the host of divine retribution and the wrath of King Kay Khosrow, while Goudarz harshly berated Tus for his arrogant obstinacy, which had brought ruin upon the royal line of Siyavash. In deep sorrow, the Iranian chieftains erected a grand royal tomb upon the mountain peak. They embalmed Farud's body with camphor, musk, and rosewater, laying him to rest upon a golden throne alongside Zarasp and Rivniz, leaving the wind to mourn over the peak of Spid-Kuh.