Upon the arrival of the victorious envoys bearing the vast spoils of war, Shah Kay Khosrow retired to his royal palace to compose an eloquent reply, as though planting a magnificent tree in a grand garden. He opened his epistle with profound praise to the Almighty God—Lord of Venus and the revolving firmament, from Whom proceed all battle and peace, hatred and love. It is He Who established the sublime heavens, adorned the world with day and night, created one man dark-fated and another worthy of the throne, for all sorrow and joy flow solely from His divine decree.
Continuing his royal missive, Kay Khosrow wrote: 'All that you dispatched—the captives, war elephants, royal thrones, crowns, laden dromedaries, and rich garments—has safely arrived at court. These are the finest accoutrements of feast and luxury, sent straight from the thick of battle! Only he whose hour has not yet arrived could show such fearless disdain for his own life. Day and night I received news of your toil against the hosts of Turan, and with a torn and grieving heart I wept in prayer before Pure God for your triumph. Verily, a monarch blessed with a champion like Rostam deserves to remain eternally young! The heavens possess no servant like you; may fate never sever its love from your side.'
When the scribe completed the record of praises, Kay Khosrow pressed his signet ring upon the parchment. He then ordered an imperial robe of honor to be prepared: one hundred curly-haired youths adorned with golden waist-belts, one hundred prized chargers with golden saddles, one hundred camels laden with fine Chinese silk, another hundred bearing precious carpets, two rings of radiant rubies, a crown studded with lustrous pearls, and golden royal vestments with matching armlets, collars, and waist-belts. Treasures were lavished upon all the chieftains of the realm.
Finally, the Shah invested Prince Fariburz with a crown, mace, banner, and a golden throne, commanding him to return swiftly to Rostam on the frontline. The King’s decree was unyielding: 'In this conflict against Afrasiab, let there be no rest, no food, and no sleep, until the head of that malevolent sorcerer-king is bound tight within the loops of your lasso!' Carrying the royal letter and treasures, Fariburz departed the court, setting his course toward the Iranian host to fulfill the Shah's grand design.