Afrasiab at the Empty Ferry

From B10.28, Kay Khosrow Crosses the Jihun. It illustrates B10.28.31–42 (to B10.28.44):

B10.28.31
Still sore afraid, he neared the ferry lane,The Turanian army reached the river plain.
B10.28.32
He saw no boat, no rider in the stream;Afrasiab cried out, his wrath a scream:
B10.28.33
“How did that Div cross Jihun’s raging span?What secret path was found by such a man?”
B10.28.34
The ferryman replied: “My father keptThis toll before me; I in turn accept.
B10.28.35
Yet never have I heard or seen it saidThat Jihun could be crossed like earth instead.
B10.28.36
In flood-time no one entering survives;The waves drag all beneath and take their lives.
B10.28.37
Yet these three riders crossed as though they flew,As if the sky itself had borne them through.
B10.28.38
They seemed as though the wind itself gave birth,Or Yazdan sent them among men on earth.”
B10.28.39
Afrasiab grew pale at what was told,And sighed from grief, his breath and spirit cold.
B10.28.40
He said: “Launch now the boat with all your might;Make ready fast and follow in their flight.
B10.28.41
See where the fugitives have gone from here,Or whether they lie sleeping somewhere near.
B10.28.42
Bring up the boat; no longer pause or wait;We must discover where they stopped of late.”

AfrasiabToll-man of the JihunHouman