Rostam Prays Beside the Stream

From B8.20, Sohrab Casts Rostam Down. It illustrates B8.20.78–88:

B8.20.78
But Rostam rose, a cypress as before,Released from Sohrab’s grip and death’s dark door.
B8.20.79
He sought a running stream with weary tread,Like one whose soul returned to one thought dead.
B8.20.80
He drank and washed the dust from head and frame,Then prayed before the World-Creator’s name.
B8.20.81
He did not know what sun and moon designed,Nor what the hidden portion they assigned.
B8.20.82
Nor how the turning heavens would descend,And strip his crown when fortune reached its end.
B8.20.83
Men say the Maker gave him strength so great,His feet sank deep in stone beneath his weight.
B8.20.84
That boundless strength became a crushing load;He prayed to Yazdan as he walked the road.
B8.20.85
Pure Yazdan heard and eased his mountain frame,And curbed the strength no mortal force could tame.
B8.20.86
But facing Sohrab, fear had pierced his heart;He sought the strength that once had set him apart.
B8.20.87
He prayed once more: “Pure Yazdan, strength restore;Grant me the power that once I held before.”
B8.20.88
Pure Yazdan heard, and strength returned, and grew;His limbs regained the mighty force they knew.