Rostam Laughs and Calls for Wine

From B7.1, Rostam and the Seven Warriors Go Hunting. It illustrates B7.1.62–73 (to B7.1.78):

B7.1.62
Like rushing wind the watcher turned in flight,With shout and cry he hastened from the sight.
B7.1.63
He found the heroes deep in sport and cheer,Their cups still full, not dreaming foes were near.
B7.1.64
“O Rostam,” cried he, “lion of the field,Rise from the feast; the enemy is revealed.
B7.1.65
A force beyond all count has spread in might,Till height and hollow vanish from the sight.
B7.1.66
Afrasiab’s banner burns within the light,A sun through dust that darkens day to night!”
B7.1.67
Then Rostam laughed: “Victorious Fortune’s near;Why should the Turk or Turan’s horse bring fear?
B7.1.68
Why fear Afrasiab or his mounted train?No mass of horse can shake me on this plain.
B7.1.69
At most a hundred thousand riders show,Rein-masters, bargostvan from row to row.
B7.1.70
Though all his horsemen crowd this open ground,Their numbers cannot turn our fortune round.
B7.1.71
With Rakhsh, my armor, and my gorz in hand,Alone I would not yield a foot of land.
B7.1.72
If one of us stood firm upon this field,All Turan’s strength would seem too small to wield.
B7.1.73
This field alone provides the strength I need;I ask no troops from Iran for this deed.