When word reached Viseh, the vengeful general of Turan, that his beloved son Barman had fallen in battle, a ferocious thirst for retribution consumed his heart. He rallied a renowned and formidable host and set forth toward the battleground. Yet before he could reach Qaran, he came upon the tragic field, beholding the lifeless corpse of his cherished child alongside legions of slain Turanian warriors. Their banners were shredded, their giant war-drums cast down, their faces pale as sandarac, and their garments stained tulip-red with blood. Wounded to the quick by his son's agony, Viseh swept like a gale toward Pars.
Meanwhile, intelligence reached Qaran of Viseh's vengeful approach. The victorious Iranian champion commanded that the captured steeds be driven safely toward Nimruz, while he himself advanced with radiant resolve. As Qaran descended from the heights of Pars into the open plain, a dense black cloud of dust rose to his left, out of which materialized the ominous dark banner of the Turks, led by Viseh himself.
Both armies drew up their battle lines, and war-hungry champions stepped into the fray. From the center of the Turanian host, Viseh shouted across the ranks in arrogant defiance: "O Qaran! The crown and throne of Iranian greatness are scattered to the wind! From Qannuj unto the marches of Kabulistan, and from the gates of Bost to Zabulistan, all lies firmly within our grasp, our emblems carved upon every palace wall! Where wilt thou find refuge now, when thy King Nowzar is trapped in our chains?"
Qaran cried back with unyielding fortitude: "I am Qaran! I cast my rug upon the roaring waters and fear no tempest! I marched neither out of terror nor to trade empty words; I came to claim vengeance for our fallen! Now that I have quenched my heart's wrath upon thy son Barman, I stand fully forged to deliver the same fate unto thee!"
At those words, the dust of combat billowed to the heavens, obscuring both sun and moon. The opposing hosts collided like crashing seas, and rivers of blood soaked the arid soil. Qaran charged directly toward Viseh. Unable to withstand the crushing fury of the Iranian warrior, Viseh grew dazed and bewildered amidst the slaughter, finally turning his horse to flee. Seeing that star-crossed doom had fallen upon the Turanian commander, the noble Qaran refrained from pursuing him in retreat. Broken in spirit and with eyes weeping bitter tears for his lost son, Viseh fled through the dark back to the court of Afrasiab.