Puladvand's Drunken Boast at Afrasiab's Feast

From B14.22, Afrasiab Writes to Puladvand. It illustrates B14.22.53–64 (to B14.22.66):

B14.22.53
Then Puladvand sank deep in anxious thought,And sought a way to loose the knot war brought.
B14.22.54
He answered Afrasiab: “Do not raceTo battle, but approach at measured pace.
B14.22.55
If this is Rostam, whose great gorz laid lowMazandaran and seized it long ago,
B14.22.56
Who rent the White Div’s flank and tore awayThe vitals of Pulad Ghandi and Bid that day,
B14.22.57
I lack the prowess to contend with him,Or strength to frustrate such a fighter grim.
B14.22.58
Yet body, soul, and strength are yours to spend;May wisdom guard you always as a friend.
B14.22.59
I shall seek a stratagem to win the day,And circle like a leopard round its prey.
B14.22.60
Incite your troops against Iran’s array;Great numbers may confuse him in the fray.
B14.22.61
Perhaps a stratagem may serve us best;No strength of hand can break his neck and chest.”
B14.22.62
Afrasiab rejoiced; bright wine was brought,With harp and rabab, easing all his thought.
B14.22.63
When Puladvand was flushed with wine, he cried,And spoke before the king in drunken pride:
B14.22.64
“I made Jamshid, Zahhak, and FereydoonFind food and sleep and rest a bitter boon.