When the seventh combat commenced, Hajir—the brave Iranian champion and battle-tested son of Goudarz—galloped forth into the arena like a raging lion. Among the warriors, few could rival his formidable prowess. From the ranks of Turan emerged Sepehram, a warrior of high station and lineage, closely kin to King Afrasiab, esteemed for his might and command in war.
Both champions crossed into the dusty field of battle, where the pounding hooves of their steeds raised a dark cloud of dust. Without delay, they drew their tempered steel and struck at one another; sparks of fire rained down from the violent clashing of iron. Then Hajir, bold as a lion, drove aggressively against Sepehram. Invoking the holy name of the Creator of the World and relying upon the auspicious royal fortune of King Kay Khosrow, Hajir swung his heavy blade down upon Sepehram's helmeted head. The blow was mortal; instant death claimed the Turanian champion, and he fell ignominiously from his horse, his mouth filled with blood.
The triumphant Hajir dismounted from his steed like a lion over its prey and bound the corpse of Sepehram securely upon his saddle. remounting his horse and seizing the reins of his fallen adversary's mount, Hajir ascended the hill. Standing tall upon the summit, he sang praises to the benevolent stars and the blessed earth, acknowledging that his strength and triumph stemmed entirely from the Almighty Lord and the awakened fortune of Iran.