Who roam o’er Kipchak deg. and the northern waste, deg.131
Kalmucks deg. and unkempt Kuzzaks, deg. tribes who stray deg.132
Nearest the Pole, and wandering Kirghizzes, deg. deg.133
Who come on shaggy ponies from Pamere;
These all filed out from camp into the plain. 135
And on the other side the Persians form’d;—­
First a light cloud of horse, Tartars they seem’d. 
The Ilyats of Khorassan deg.; and behind, deg.138
The royal troops of Persia, horse and foot,
Marshall’d battalions bright in burnish’d steel. 140
But Peran-Wisa with his herald came,
Threading the Tartar squadrons to the front,
And with his staff kept back the foremost ranks. 
And when Ferood, who led the Persians, saw
That Peran-Wisa kept the Tartars back, 145
He took his spear, and to the front he came,
And check’d his ranks, and fix’d deg. them where they stood. deg.147
And the old Tartar came upon the sand
Betwixt the silent hosts, and spake, and said:—­

“Ferood, and ye, Persians and Tartars, hear! 150
Let there be truce between the hosts to-day. 
But choose a champion from the Persian lords
To fight our champion Sohrab, man to man.”

As, in the country, on a morn in June,
When the dew glistens on the pearled ears, 155
A shiver runs through the deep corn deg. for joy—­ deg.156
So, when they heard what Peran-Wisa said,
A thrill through all the Tartar squadrons ran
Of pride and hope for Sohrab, whom they loved.

But as a troop of pedlars, from Cabool, deg. deg.160
Cross underneath the Indian Caucasus, deg. deg.161
That vast sky-neighbouring mountain of milk snow;
Crossing so high, that, as they mount, they pass
Long flocks of travelling birds dead on the snow,
Choked by the air, and scarce can they themselves 165
Slake their parch’d throats with sugar’d mulberries—­
In single file they move, and stop their breath,
For fear they should dislodge the o’erhanging snows—­
So the pale Persians held their breath with fear.

And to Ferood his brother chiefs came up 170
To counsel; Gudurz and Zoarrah came,
And Feraburz, who ruled the Persian host
Second, and was the uncle of the King deg.; deg.173
These came and counsell’d, and then Gudurz said:—­

“Ferood, shame bids us take their challenge up, 175
Yet champion have we none to match this youth. 
He has the wild stag’s foot, the lion’s heart. deg. deg.177
But Rustum came last night; aloof he sits deg. deg.178
And sullen, and has pitch’d his tents apart. 
Him will I seek, and carry to his ear 180
The Tartar challenge, and this young man’s name. 
Haply he will forget his wrath, and fight. 
Stand forth the while, and take their challenge up.”