Afrasiab Drives Garsivaz from His Door

From B9.18, Kavus Replies to Siavash. It illustrates B9.18.21–32 (to B9.18.33):

B9.18.21
Then Garsivaz, the lion-man, drew near,And poured out bitter words before his peer:
B9.18.22
“Prince Siavash has come to Balkh in might,And stands prepared with Iran’s men to fight.
B9.18.23
Rostam commands his army in the field,With countless famous warriors armed with shield.
B9.18.24
For every one of ours stand fifty bold;Their ox-head gorzes make the bravest cold.
B9.18.25
Their infantry sweep forward like a blaze,With arrows, quivers, heavy shields they raise.
B9.18.26
Not even eagles match the speed they show;No warrior lets his head to slumber go.
B9.18.27
Three days and nights we met them blow for blow,Till men and horses staggered, spent and slow.
B9.18.28
Whenever sleep came on, a man withdrew,And left the fighting while his weariness grew.
B9.18.29
He slept, then rose refreshed from his repose,And formed the battle line anew against his foes.”
B9.18.30
Afrasiab flared up like consuming fire:“Why speak so much of sleep, as though you tire?”
B9.18.31
His glare on Garsivaz grew dark and grim,As though one stroke would cleave the waist of him.
B9.18.32
No longer mastering the rage he bore,He shouted and drove Garsivaz from the door.