When the night of victory passed and the dawn scattered its crimson radiance across the azure vault of heaven, the three noble princes of Iran arose. Stripping away the garb of trials, they adorned themselves in royal majesty and summoned wise Priests to ride at their side. They set forth with an army as vast as the firmament, accompanied by sun-faced paladins and glorious commanders.
When Sarv, the King of Yemen, learned of their triumphant approach, he arrayed his own army like the shimmering plumage of a pheasant. He sent forward a noble host of kin and sages to welcome them. Men and women of Yemen poured into the streets, showering saffron and gems upon the procession, blending pure musk with rose-red wine until the manes of the warhorses glistened with sweet aromatic perfumes and golden dinars paved the earth beneath their hooves.
The King of Yemen convened a magnificent banquet, gathering all the illustrious realm's grandees. He unlocked the doors of ancient, hidden treasuries and brought forth his three sun-faced daughters—radiant as the gardens of Paradise, far fairer than any cypress ever tended by a sage. He entrusted the three glowing moons into the hands of the three heroic princes. Though a pang of sorrow weighed upon the father's heart at the parting of his lineage, he declared before all the assembled priests that he bestowed the light of his eyes upon the princes in solemn according with ancient law, bidding them cherish the maidens as their very souls.
Thus, heavy litters of state were laden upon the backs of mighty, roaring camels, and Yemen glittered with the glow of boundless gems. With joyful hearts and royal brides at their side, the clear-sighted princes turned their faces toward Iran, returning to the court of King Fereydun.