بخش 16
Prose Version
The two warriors engaged in a fierce duel, starting with lances that shattered upon impact. They drew their Indian swords, striking with such force that sparks flew and the blades crumbled. Next, they wielded heavy maces, battering each other until their armor was torn and their arms exhausted. Both men and horses were drenched in sweat and blood, their tongues parched with thirst. The poet laments that while animals recognize their kin, man, blinded by conflict, does not. Rustam was astounded by Sohrab's strength, admitting to himself that he had never faced such a formidable opponent, fearing that his age was finally betraying him. After a brief respite, they resumed with bows, but their armor held firm. Rustam then tried to wrestle Sohrab from his saddle by grabbing his belt—a move that could uproot mountains—but the youth sat immovable as stone. Sohrab then struck Rustam's shoulder with his mace, mocking the aging hero and his horse. Separating, they turned their fury on the opposing armies; Rustam attacked the Turanians, while Sohrab devastated the Iranian ranks. Rustam, fearing for King Kavus, returned to find Sohrab slaughtering his soldiers. He challenged the youth for attacking the helpless army. Sohrab retorted that Rustam had struck the Turanians first. Exhausted and with night falling, they agreed to cease fighting and decide their fate the next morning.