Bahram Binds a Wounded Chief by Moonlight

From B12.23, Bahram Returns to Seek His Whip. It illustrates B12.23.33–41:

B12.23.33
The wounded chief saw Bahram drawing near,And asked his name through grief and rising fear.
B12.23.34
He cried: “O lion, I am living still,Cast here among the dead by fortune’s will.
B12.23.35
For two days I have longed for drink and bread,And for a cloth to make my resting-bed.”
B12.23.36
Bahram made haste to him with kinsman’s care,His loving spirit shaken by despair.
B12.23.37
He wept and tore his cheeks in bitter grief,Then rent his clothes to bind and bring relief.
B12.23.38
He said: “Take heart; your wound can still be bound;This cloth will keep your lifeblood from the ground.
B12.23.39
Once I have bound it, you can reach the train,And heal among our ranks, your strength regain.
B12.23.40
Stay here, brave chief; I lost my whip today,While seeking out the crown amid the fray.
B12.23.41
I shall return and lift you from this ground,And bear you where Iran’s own ranks are found.”