التاريخ اليميني 25.2

25.2

The millstone of thrusting and striking turned, grinding every eager brave and every obeyed chief. The battle lasted from the infancy of the day to the maturity of the evening, until the earth put on the colour of anemones from the blood of necks and shoulders. Fortune was about to turn in favour of the infidels, had not God aided the Sultan in a charge with his elite slave-guards, which struck [163a] their rears and wiped their traces from their positions. God gave him as spoils thirty elephants like the forms of palaces, nay like the waves of the seas. His men set about mowing them down wherever they caught them, in the bottoms of valleys and ravines and on the backs of deserts and hills. The Sultan himself followed his track among those places of flight, seeking fulfilment of God's promise to aid His religion and to throw every hypocrite and schismatic on his forehead, until the pursuit brought him to Bhīmnagar, the most strongly fortified castle, built on the edge of a lofty mountain in the midst of impassable water.