Giv Rouses the Drunken Camp

From B12.19, Piran’s Night Attack. It illustrates B12.19.15–23:

B12.19.15
He mounted then and rode forth like a gale,While dust and darkness spread a murky veil.
B12.19.16
He reached the sepahbod’s tent through dust and night;The army’s cloud had veiled the heavens from sight.
B12.19.17
“Rise! Rise! The enemy has reached our line;The dust of battle veils each heavenly sign!”
B12.19.18
He left them then and sought his father’s tent,His ox-head gorz held high as on he went.
B12.19.19
Swift as a wisp of smoke he rode around,And woke each sober warrior he found.
B12.19.20
To Bijan then he cried in fierce disdain:“Is this war’s field, or wine-garden domain?”
B12.19.21
Iran’s army stood surrounded in the night;War cries and tumult filled the camp with fright.
B12.19.22
A cloud arose and arrows fell like rain;The drunken woke to terror and to pain.
B12.19.23
Soft cushions lay beneath each sleeper’s head;Above them gorz, gopal, and hot swords sped.