Upon ascending the ivory throne of the Sasanians and placing the sovereign crown upon his head, Narsi received the grandees and noble commanders of the realm. Though still wrapped in sorrow for the death of Bahram, the lords brought rich tributes. Narsi commended them with high praises and proclaimed that all affairs, hidden or revealed, unfold solely by the divine will of the Creator of the World. He reminded them that Yazdan has endowed humankind with wisdom, modesty, chivalry, justice, and gentle speech. Narsi declared that true valor stems from constant alertness, and sloth is born of a cowardly spirit that strips a man of honor, fight, and noble name.
For nine prosperous years, Narsi governed with supreme intellect and moral counsel, his words bringing comfort and order to the empire. Yet when his appointed hour arrived and dark fate closed in, even his steel strength melted away like wax before the flame. Prince Hormozd, his youthful heir—radiant as a tulip amidst verdant grass and glowing like the moon in a dark sky—hastened to his bedside. The dying monarch bestowed his final testament upon the prince, urging him never to stretch his hand toward evil, to hold fast to the sacred laws of the ancient kings, and to govern so justly that the crown would never weep for his misdeeds. Reminding Hormozd that all mortal reign must eventually bow before time, Narsi urged him to live so that he might answer well when called before the Almighty. With these words, Narsi drew the shroud over his face, heaved a final cold sigh from his chest, and departed the world—leaving behind a silence so deep it seemed as though Narsi, his throne, and his majesty had never been.