For sixty-three glorious years, Bahram Gur ruled the realm without equal in wisdom, prowess, and generosity. At the turn of the year, his wise minister and chief scribe approached the throne to reveal a solemn truth: the royal treasury had been completely depleted through the king's boundless munificence, and he sought the monarch's command on how to replenish it. Bahram, whose soul was illuminated by divine wisdom, steadfastly rejected the notion of taking from the people or burdening his subjects to refill coffers. He proclaimed that a true ruler seeks no wealth from the hands of others, leaving the cosmic turn of the world to its Creator while holding fast to righteousness.
That night, the king rested, and at dawn, an immeasurable army and the high nobles gathered at the imperial court. Before the assembled grandees, Bahram summoned his beloved son, Yazdgard, and bestowed upon him the sacred crown, the golden necklace, the royal diadem, and the exalted ivory throne. Desiring only to spend his remaining days in divine worship, Bahram cast aside the crown and willingly vacated the seat of power. As night's shadows wrapped the palace, he laid down to sleep.
When the first rays of the sun pierced the morning sky, dread gripped the royal Mobad as the King of Kings failed to rise. Yazdgard rushed to his father's chambers, only to find the great monarch lifeless upon his gold-embroidered silk, froth at his mouth and his complexion faded into the stillness of death. Mourning swept through the empire for the sovereign who had loved his people so deeply. Resolving that his father's legacy of justice and compassion would never be tarnished, Yazdgard swore to continue Bahram's noble ways. They entombed the legendary king in a magnificent mausoleum, as the world wept for the loss of Bahram Gur.