King Kay Khosrow, having cleansed the world of Afrasiab's darkness and brought justice to the lands, turned his entire soul toward the Creator. For five agonizing weeks, he stood continuously in weeping prayer before the Almighty, refusing sleep and worldly comfort. With tears streaming down his face, he pleaded before the Lord of the Heavens—the illuminator of righteousness and love—declaring that earthly sovereignty meant nothing if God were not pleased with him, and begging that his final dwelling be in Paradise away from the temptations of pride.
At the end of these five weeks, as the moon arose high in the nocturnal sky, the King's weary body succumbed to rest, yet his enlightened spirit remained watchful. In the depth of the dark night, the holy angel Soroush appeared in a divine vision, whispering sacred tidings into his ear: 'O fortunate and auspicious King, you have worn the royal armlets and held the scepter with honor, achieving all that you sought in this world. Stay no longer in this dark abode, for a place beside the Pure Judge awaits you. Distribute your vast treasures among the poor and worthy, reward those who suffered in your service, and bestow the supreme crown upon a sovereign so just that even an ant upon the earth shall dwell in safety from him.'
Kay Khosrow awoke bathed in perspiration and tears of gratitude. Prostrating himself upon the earth, he praised the Almighty for granting his heart's deepest longing. Rising from his place of worship, he clad himself in a simple, unadorned garment. Setting aside his jeweled armlets, heavy mace, and radiant crown, the King sat upon his ivory throne without regal vanity, ready to fulfill the divine command and relinquish the mortal world.