Translation of Persian Text from 7th Century

Oh men of future, oh men of hope,
We Persian kings of old now write,
A warning to you men remote,
Listen well. And Listen right.

When the gods you long defame,
And their temples break; deform,
When you forsake your fathers’ graves,
And treat the city guards with scorn.

When pagan pleasures you condone,
And build pyres to the northern lights,
When with wine you ever groan,
And long visit women of the night.

When your honor fades and melts,
And every oath becomes unsworn –
Then you will know just how we felt,
Before the greatest war.

Goetterdaemmerung

Oh sons of stars which burn so bright,
who know no truth nor just God,
lead us now amid this gods’ twilight,
to lands ye sages have come to trod.

And when we reach your land’s purlieu,
and hear men killing men, but of dust,
‘twill be no surprise to us who knew,
that it was, and would be ever thus.