Anooshirvan Rides Out in His Armour

From E1.6, The Khan Writes for Peace. It illustrates E1.6.75–85:

E1.6.75
He told his treasurer, “Bring out my gear,And lay my weapons on the field just here.”
E1.6.76
They brought his helmet, jowshan, body-plate,And loosed the buckles on that massive weight.
E1.6.77
No warrior, though broad of chest and strong,Could lift that weight amid the watching throng.
E1.6.78
The Shah alone had chest and neck to bearThe weight of arms and armor he would wear.
E1.6.79
No archer matched his skill with bow and string;No noble warrior could rival the king.
E1.6.80
Like some fierce elephant he sought the field,His ox-head gorz in hand, prepared to wield.
E1.6.81
Beneath him plunged a fiery battle-steed;The watching throng stood awed by height and breed.
E1.6.82
A mighty shout arose; the karnays cried,And bells on elephants rang far and wide.
E1.6.83
The drummers marched with cymbals at their head;Hooves hurled the earth sky-high as horses sped.
E1.6.84
The King of kings, helmed on his armored steed,Wheeled left and right with mastery and speed.
E1.6.85
The envoys praised him, bowing to the ground;The chiefs looked on as cheers rose all around.