Arrows Rain on the Pitched Battle

From C3.24, Iran and Turan Fight a Pitched Battle. It illustrates C3.24.1–10:

C3.24.1
When morning spread its golden brocade wide,The sea of battle heaved from side to side.
C3.24.2
A war-cry rose from both assembled sides,And hoofbeats shook the plain in thunderous tides.
C3.24.3
On every side the troops in jowshans rolled,Till hills and plains were hidden, fold by fold.
C3.24.4
Both chieftains, leopard-like, drew up their might,And mustered all their powers for the fight.
C3.24.5
The arrows showered like rain from darkened cloud,And all the world was wrapped in battle’s shroud.
C3.24.6
It seemed a cloud-dark night of murk and gloom,Its rain was shafts and flashing blades of doom.
C3.24.7
The earth was iron with the horses’ tread,The warriors’ hands shone ruby-bright and red.
C3.24.8
So many headless bodies filled the field,There was no room to turn, no path to yield.
C3.24.9
No passage for the horses’ feet remained;The earth was tulip-hued where blood had stained.
C3.24.10
The air was indigo, the plain blood-red,And waves ran high across that sea of dead.