As the days of King Bahram, son of Ormazd, drew to their close and the shears of fate loomed over him, he summoned his beloved son, Bahram son of Bahram, who was the delight of his heart. Seating the youth beneath the grand throne, the dying monarch imparted his final testament of wisdom: "O green branch of this royal tree, my time upon the throne of power was brief and unfulfilled, yet I pray that all your days may be blessed and auspicious. Live in peace and joy, increase in righteousness, and spend your nights and days in harmony. Render the realm prosperous through justice and bounty, and bring cheer to the hearts of your subjects. Walk in such uprightness that when questioned on the Day of Reckoning, you need not turn your head in shame before the Almighty. For this fleeting world remains forever to no one—neither to crowned kings nor to wise high priests."
Thus, after a reign of three years, three months, and three days, the radiant throne stood vacant of King Bahram son of Ormazd as his soul departed. His dutiful son laid his body to rest within a royal tomb and ascended the throne. Such has been the way of the high heavens since time began; no mortal escapes the narrow confines of the coffin, and facing the wolfish nature of death, one can only raise a brimming goblet to wash away the sorrows of a transient world.