Rostam Wades the Hirmund at Dusk

From C8.23, Rostam Flees to the Heights. It illustrates C8.23.50–58:

C8.23.50
Then Rostam turned away; the prince’s eyeWatched how the wounded hero would pass by.
C8.23.51
Like some great ship, he crossed the river’s tide,And prayed that God would heal his wounded side.
C8.23.52
He said, “O just and holy Judge on high,If from these wounds I fall beneath the sky,
C8.23.53
Who of the mighty will avenge me, whoWill take my heart, my judgment, customs too?”
C8.23.54
Esfandiyar kept watching as he went,And saw him reach the farther bank, near spent.
C8.23.55
He cried, “This is no man! Before my eyes,A mighty elephant of power and size!”
C8.23.56
He crossed the water, though his wounds were sore,In anguish from the shafts his body bore.
C8.23.57
In wonder stood the prince; his voice was raisedTo God, the mighty Judge, whom thus he praised:
C8.23.58
“You shaped him as You wished, by Your command,And graced both earth and time with one so grand.”