Rostam Hurls Pilsam from the Saddle

From B10.8, The Death of Pilsam. It illustrates B10.8.43–53:

B10.8.43
He took a weighty spear and gripped the rein,Set firm his helm and faced the battle plain.
B10.8.44
He braced his feet and leveled out the spear;Its polished point flashed cold as he drew near.
B10.8.45
He weighted both his stirrups, reins let go,The shining spearpoint leveled at the foe.
B10.8.46
Foam touched his lips; he wheeled from battle’s core,And rode at speed toward Pilsam at the fore.
B10.8.47
He cried: “O Pilsam, called to breathe out flame,You summoned me; now answer for your claim.
B10.8.48
You shall behold the nahang face to face,And never turn your rein to war’s embrace.
B10.8.49
Your youth has set my grieving heart aflame;Alas for all your valor and your name!”
B10.8.50
He spoke and spurred his swift steed, vengeance high,And swept against him like the wheeling sky.
B10.8.51
He struck the belt with one tremendous blow,And like a ball from saddle made him go.
B10.8.52
He bore him through Turan’s warring array,And cast him where Afrasiab held the day.
B10.8.53
He cried, “Now cover Pilsam where he lay,In yellow diba bright against the clay.”