Sohrab Offers Peace at Dawn

From B8.20, Sohrab Casts Rostam Down. It illustrates B8.20.20–31 (to B8.20.32):

B8.20.20
At break of dawn the sun began to rise,And waking warriors opened battle-eyes.
B8.20.21
Sohrab put on his khaftan for the fight;His head held war, his heart the feast’s delight.
B8.20.22
He came roaring across the battlefield,An ox-headed gorz his mighty hand would wield.
B8.20.23
He came to Rostam smiling, free of guile,As though last night they shared the feast awhile.
B8.20.24
“How passed your night? How fares your strength today?Why turn again toward strife and bloody fray?
B8.20.25
Cast down your gorz and sword; lay vengeance by;Let hatred fade and anger’s fire die.
B8.20.26
Come, let us leave this battlefield aside,And feast together, seated side by side.
B8.20.27
Let wine restore the spirit and the mind,And leave the rage of war and death behind.
B8.20.28
Before the World-Creator turn from blood,And choose a path kept clean of war’s dark flood.
B8.20.29
My heart turns toward you with a strange accord;Shame wets my face before I lift the sword.
B8.20.30
Reveal yourself; concealment brings no gain;A worthy man should speak his name out plain.
B8.20.31
Tell me your lineage, speak and make it known;What house and heritage you call your own.