Gordafarid Mocks Sohrab from the Rampart

From B8.9, Sohrab Fights with Gordafarid. It illustrates B8.9.64–75 (to B8.9.78):

B8.9.64
She laughed, then climbed the rampart’s lofty height,And saw Sohrab still mounted for the fight.
B8.9.65
She cried: “O Shah of Turks and Chin, why stay?Turn back your army; ride from here away.”
B8.9.66
Sohrab replied: “Fair-faced one, hear me swearBy crown and throne, by sun and moon; beware:
B8.9.67
I mean to raze these walls and claim my prize;You will repent those words and mocking eyes.
B8.9.68
When helpless in my grasp you writhe in pain,What then becomes of vows? What will remain?
B8.9.69
Repentance then will bring you no relief,When turning heaven strips your crown in grief.”
B8.9.70
She laughed again and scornfully replied:“No Turk can win himself an Iran bride.
B8.9.71
It was not fated I should fall to you;Take no offense; there is no more to do.
B8.9.72
Among the Pahlevans you stand alone;Your arms and shoulders make your prowess known.
B8.9.73
But when the Shah receives the news one dayThat Turan’s army marches in array,
B8.9.74
He will bring Rostam, whom you cannot fight,And all your troops will fall before his might.
B8.9.75
What fate will fall upon your head, who knows?Yet pity for your neck and shoulders grows.