Rostam Watches Sohrab's Feast

From B8.15, Rostam Slays Zhendeh Razm. It illustrates B8.15.11–20:

B8.15.11
He moved still deeper through the festive throng,Where lamps were bright and cups and music strong.
B8.15.12
There Sohrab sat where lamps and wine were spread,In splendor on the feast-throne at the head.
B8.15.13
Beside him Zhendeh Razm held one side,While Houman, Barman sat in equal pride.
B8.15.14
Like some fresh cypress Sohrab filled the throne,In stature such as none around had shown.
B8.15.15
His arms like camel thighs were thick with might,His chest a lion’s, broad and built for fight.
B8.15.16
His face was blood-red, youthful, fierce, and bright;No peer among those warriors met his sight.
B8.15.17
Around him sat a hundred youths in pride,Like mighty lions gathered at his side.
B8.15.18
And fifty bracelet-wearing servants stood,Attending him with spirits bright and good,
B8.15.19
They praised his stature, sword, and signet ring,And blessed the fortune shining round their king.
B8.15.20
Apart, unseen, the watchful Rostam lay,And marked the youth who ruled that bright display.