Was choked with rage: at last these words broke way: 'Girl! nimble with thy feet, not with thy hands! Curled 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 valor; try thy feints With thy light skipping tricks, and thy girl's wiles.' He spoke and Sohrab kindled at his taunts, 470 And in a sandy whirlwind wrapped the pair. 485 His covering shield, and the spear pierced his side. He spoke; and as he ceased he wept aloud, Thinking of her he left, and his own death. He spoke; but Rustum listened, plunged in thought. Nor did he yet believe it was his son 605 Who spoke, although he called back names he knew; For he had had sure tidings that the babe, Which was in Ader-baijan born to him, Had been a puny girl, no boy at all: 609 So that sad mother sent him word, for fear Rustum should seek the boy, to train in arms; And so he deemed that either Sohrab took, By a false boast, the style of Rustum's son; Or that men gave it him, to swell his fame. So deemed he; yet he listened, plunged in thought; 615 And his soul set to grief, as the vast tide Of the bright rocking ocean sets to shore At the full moon: tears gathered in his eyes; For he remembered his own early youth, And all its bounding rapture; as, at dawn, The shepherd from his mountain-lodge descries 621 In Ader-baijan. And he saw that youth, Lovely in death, upon the common sand. Aud Rustum gazed on him with grief, and said: 640 - 'O Sohrab, thou indeed art such a son And he desirèd to draw forth the steel, And let the blood flow free, and so to die; But first he would convince his stubborn foe And, rising sternly on one arm, he said: 'Man, who art thou who dost deny my words? 655 Truth sits upon the lips of dying men, And falsehood, while I lived, was far from mine. I tell thee, pricked upon this arm I bear That seal which Rustum to my mother gave, That she might prick it on the babe she bore.' 660 He spoke and all the blood left Rustum's cheeks; And his knees tottered, and he smote his hand, Against his breast, his heavy mailèd hand, That the hard iron corslet clanked aloud: And on his heart he pressed the other hand, And in a hollow voice he spake, and said: Sohrab, that were a proof which could not lie. 667 6 If thou show this, then art thou Rustum's son.' Then, with weak hasty fingers, Sohrab loosed His belt, and near the shoulder bared his arm, 670 And showed a sign in faint vermilion points Pricked: as a cunning workman, in Pekin, Pricks with vermilion some clear porcelain A helpless babe, among the mountain rocks. Him that kind creature found, and reared, and loved Then Rustum took it for his glorious sign. And Sohrab bared that image on his arm, And himself scanned it long with mournful eyes, 685 And then he touched it with his hand and said: 'How say'st thou? Is that sign the proper sign Of Rustum's son, or of some other man's?' He spoke but Rustum gazed, and gazed, and stood Speechless; and then he uttered one sharp Quick! quick! for numbered are my sands of life, And swift; for like the lightning to this field I came, and like the wind I go away — Sudden, and swift, and like a passing wind. But it was writ in heaven that this should be.' 725 And I will lay thee in that lovely earth, 810 And they who were called champions in their time, And through whose death I won that fame I have; And I were nothing but a common man, Not thou of mine; and I might die, not thou; And I, not thou, be borne to Seïstan; 820 And Zal might weep above my grave, not thine; And say "O son, I weep thee not too sore, |