Muntakhab al-tawarikh 30.2.5

30.2.5

Striking manfully blow after blow upon the ribs of the unmanly cowards,
And sending forth flames of fire from his well tempered sword.
Raising aloft like Jamshid the standard, to restrain the demons,
Riding on his steed, like the sun, to capture kingdoms.
Bringing the sky into supplication from that affliction.
Making the sun perform the Tayammum with that dust.
[At that time when there was a distinction between brave and coward,
Many a one there was whose lips were dry and his cheeks pale].
The day was cast into darkness when they hurled one upon the other, The sun became pale when dagger was interwoven with dagger. The day was nearing its decline, seeing that the swords were weaving a sky of rust over the sun of the day. The rows of swords in both ranks resembled (the teeth of) a comb, The combatants are entangled one with the other like hair with hair.
142. The Earth looked like a sheet of water when cuirass was knit with cuirass, the plain resembled a rose garden when shield was woven with shield. The heaven flies away as though flying from an arrow, The arrows flung above their heads are thick as the feathers of a wing. When half the force of the infidels had their heads swept off by the sword Those infidel heads which were matted together like the locks of black hair. Ruby-red drops of blood sprang like tears from the sword So that the gold-woven standards were besprinkled with the jewels. Each single Head was cleft in twain when the swords blows met.