The Div Minstrel Sings of Mazandaran

From B4.1, The Reign of Kay Kavus, His Sitting upon the Throne, and His Intent to March to Mazandaran. It illustrates B4.1.29–40 (to B4.1.41):

B4.1.29
He tuned his barbat and struck a subtle tone,Then sang of lands more fair than any known:
B4.1.30
“May Mazandaran ever honored be;May all its land bloom on eternally.
B4.1.31
Upon its slopes the crimson tulips blaze,And hyacinths perfume the mountain ways.
B4.1.32
No burning heat, no bitter cold to bear;Eternal spring adorns the tempered air.
B4.1.33
The nightingale in every garden sings,And deer move freely by the mountain springs.
B4.1.34
All year in every place are scent and hue,And every garden keeps its colors new.
B4.1.35
Like rosewater the fragrant rivers flow,Their perfume gladdens every soul below.
B4.1.36
Through Dey and Bahman, Azar, Farvardin,The tulip-covered earth stays fresh and green.
B4.1.37
All year the smiling streambanks laugh and shine,And hunting hawks stand ready down the line.
B4.1.38
Rich brocades clothe provinces far and wide,And golden treasures fill each hall inside.
B4.1.39
Fair maidens wear bright crowns of beaten gold,And famous men gold girdles round them hold.
B4.1.40
Who has not seen that land knows not delight,Nor feels the fullness of its living light.”