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No Way!
No Way!
No Way!
Not my daughters!
Long long ago...
in the plains of Yemen...
Rrrrrrrrrrrrr
Fereydun's messenger
arrived with a delegation
from Iran
to ask for Yemen’s princesses’ hands in marriage
Now, Fereydun had three sons
And the King of Yemen had three daughters
Because they loved them so very much
Because they loved them so very much None of the 6 had names!
As soon as the King of Yemen heard the news
His eyes bugged out
and he jumped out of his seat:
I won't give them!
I won't give them!
They're my daughters!
They are my companions and the pieces of my heaaart!
Hmmmm!
Nope!
This isn't the way
It will look bad if I say no to the King!
O Messenger!
Know that this is coming from a humble servant:
You are my buddy, and I love you!
But tell his highness that I have one request:
Let the boys come here, and I will throw a feast first
The messenger returned
Swift as an arrow
The King asked him
So!? Good news or bad news?
Good news!
Good news!
I slayed!
May you be immortal!
my wise old king!
The princes must go back with me
This is the King of Yemen's humble ask
Until the King of Yemen sees the boys,
He won't part with his daughters
Oh, boy...
The King of the World summoned his three sons
To tell the sons the hidden secret to the trip
My good and wise sons...
When you go there, their king
will put you to a test
He will show you the daughters
And say: 'Tell me their birth order!
The boys hit the road
In love before even seeing their betrothed
When they reached the King of Yemen
and correctly guessed the birth order of the daughters
The King of Yemen
hid his frustration
and threw a killer celebration
But in the dead of night, he cooked up a trick:
He conjured a freezing storm and unleashed it upon them!
The next day
when the King of Yemen saw
that the boys were still alive...
he conceded defeat!
What happened in the end?
The boys
returned to Iran
Out to welcome them
came Fereydun
Then,
these names were bestowed upon them:
Salm and Arezoo, the eldest ones
Tur and Azadeh, the middle ones
Iraj and Sahi, the youngest!
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