The Storm Blinds the Turkish Host

From C4.29, Afrasiab’s Night Attack Fails. It illustrates C4.29.41–52 (to C4.29.55):

C4.29.41
Then rose a mighty blast with deafening sound,A storm beyond all memory swept the ground.
C4.29.42
It lifted dust and drove it through the skies,Against the Turkish faces and their eyes.
C4.29.43
It tore the helmets from the heads it passed;Afrasiab stood astounded by the blast;
C4.29.44
Across the field lay brains and blood outspread;The rocks, like jujubes, gleamed a bloody red.
C4.29.45
The Turkish riders, in their days of ease,Had hunted leopards just as they might please.
C4.29.46
Now none would fight the turning sky’s command,While dust rose thick across the battered land.
C4.29.47
When Khosrow saw the wind and dust arise,And joy return before his warriors’ eyes,
C4.29.48
With Rostam, Giv, Gudarz, and Tus, the kingBade tabiras in the army’s center ring.
C4.29.49
The army’s center raised the battle-cry;The Shah and Rostam flanked the army nearby.
C4.29.50
The dust hung heavy like a storm-cloud’s veil,And shafts and sword-blades fell from it as hail.
C4.29.51
On every side lay mountain-heaps of slain,With springs of blood that ran from mound to plain.
C4.29.52
The air grew dark, deep indigo overhead;Below, a sea of blood engulfed the dead.