He ceased, but while he spake, Rustum had risen,
And stood erect, trembling with rage; his club
He left to lie, but had regain’d his spear, 450
Whose fiery point now in his mail’d right-hand
Blazed bright and baleful, like that autumn-star, deg. deg.452
The baleful sign of fevers; dust had soil’d
His stately crest, deg. and dimm’d his glittering arms. deg.454
His breast heaved, his lips foam’d, and twice his voice 455
Was choked with rage; at last these words broke way:—­

“Girl! nimble with thy feet, not with thy hands! 
Curl’d minion, dancer, coiner of sweet words! 
Fight, let me hear thy hateful voice no more! 
Thou art not in Afrasiab’s gardens now 460
With Tartar girls, with whom thou art wont to dance;
But on the Oxus-sands, and in the dance
Of battle, and with me, who make no play
Of war; I fight it out, and hand to hand. 
Speak not to me of truce, and pledge, and wine! 465
Remember all thy valour deg.; try thy feints deg.466
And cunning! all the pity I had is gone;
Because thou hast shamed me before both the hosts
With thy light skipping tricks, and thy girl’s wiles. deg.” deg.468

He spoke, and Sohrab kindled deg. at his taunts, deg.470
And he too drew his sword; at once they rush’d
Together, as two eagles on one prey
Come rushing down together from the clouds,
One from the east, one from the west; their shields
Bash’d with a clang together, and a din. 475
Rose, such as that the sinewy woodcutters
Make often in the forest’s heart at morn,
Of hewing axes, crashing trees—­such blows
Rustum and Sohrab on each other hail’d. 
And you would say that sun and stars took part 480
In that unnatural deg. conflict; for a cloud deg. deg.481
Grew suddenly in Heaven, and dark’d the sun
Over the fighters’ heads; and a wind rose
Under their feet, and moaning swept the plain,
And in a sandy whirlwind wrapp’d the pair. 485
In gloom they twain were wrapp’d, and they alone;
For both the on-looking hosts on either hand
Stood in broad daylight, and the sky was pure,
And the sun sparkled deg. on the Oxus stream. deg.489
But in the gloom they fought, with bloodshot eyes 490
And labouring breath; first Rustum struck the shield
Which Sohrab held stiff out; the steel-spiked spear
Rent the tough plates, but fail’d to reach the skin,
And Rustum pluck’d it back with angry groan. 
Then Sohrab with his sword smote Rustum’s helm, deg. deg.495
Nor clove its steel quite through; but all the crest
He shore deg. away, and that proud horsehair plume,