Riyaz al-salatin 105.1.6

105.1.6

When that scion of the Imperial family Beheld perfidy in that prevaricator, And also in regard to the condition of Khwajah Anwar, News arrived that his head had been severed from his body; His face became cherry from rage, He called for arms from the armour-bearer. He placed the cuirass on the shoulder and the helmet on the head, From head to foot he became a figure of iron. He suspended an adamantine sword, And placed tightly a dagger in his waist. He tied one sunny shield to his shoulder, And placed a shining spear in his hand. He hung a quiver from his waist, And threw round the shoulder a Kaianian bow. He tied a noose to the top of his howdah, And clutched with the hand an iron mace. He gave order that the Generals of the army Should collect quickly near the Royal tents. At his order, the battle-seeking army Flocked in towards the Prince. When the Prince mounted his elephant, He looked like the sun on a mountain. The kettledrum of battle was struck, and the army moved, Like the river waving. He advanced to the field and raised aloft his standard, And boldly set himself to put his troops in array. He arranged his centre and wings: The right and left wings, the rear and the van. From the overwhelming number of his force, and from the Imperial prestige, The world quaked with terror. He rode up to the battle-field, But was dilatory in delivering an assault.