Esfandiyar Shoots the Horned Wolves

From C7.2, The Wolves of the First Stage. It illustrates C7.2.57–65:

C7.2.57
He donned his war coat; then his night-dark steedWas saddled for the prince to take the lead.
C7.2.58
He neared the wolves; what wolves! Their monstrous heightMade each a mighty elephant in sight.
C7.2.59
The wolves beheld his breast, his neck, his waist,His warrior grip, his iron gorz well placed.
C7.2.60
Like grim mad elephants, keen for the fight,They rushed from open plain with savage might.
C7.2.61
The hero strung his bow; his battle cryWas like a roaring lion’s, fierce and high.
C7.2.62
He rained his arrows from his practiced handsOn those two Divs that came from savage lands.
C7.2.63
His steel-tipped arrows struck them, flight by flight;Both beasts were wounded, weakened in the fight.
C7.2.64
He drew his watered blade and checked the rein,His head bent low; the beasts were weak with pain.
C7.2.65
He cut their heads off, slashed their flesh; their bloodRan through the dust and turned the ground to mud.