Rostam Lifts the White Div

From B5.7, Rostam Slays the White Div. It illustrates B5.7.25–36 (to B5.7.40):

B5.7.25
It woke and surged, a black mount armed for fight,With iron arms and helmet iron-bright.
B5.7.26
A millstone in its grasp it raised and threw,Then rushed on Rostam as the missile flew.
B5.7.27
For one brief breath his heart knew sudden dread;He saw what mortal peril lay ahead.
B5.7.28
Like raging lion Rostam struck awayOne thigh and leg from White Div in the fray.
B5.7.29
Though maimed, upon one leg it fought him still;Its fury shook the cavern with its will.
B5.7.30
It overturned the cavern in its rage;The walls resounded like a shattered cage.
B5.7.31
It seized at Rostam’s neck with crushing grip,And strove to make the Pahlevan’s footing slip.
B5.7.32
They grappled close and tore at flesh and bone,Each fought as though the world were his alone.
B5.7.33
Their streaming blood made mud across the ground,While flesh was torn and scattered all around.
B5.7.34
They wrestled long, each striving to prevail,Until the cavern echoed with travail.
B5.7.35
Then Rostam thought: “If I survive today,I shall live forever after this affray.”
B5.7.36
The White Div thought: “Sweet life is lost to me;If I escape this dragon, none shall see.