Section 16: The Two Armies Gather

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Section 16: The Two Armies Gather

The chief secretary called the scribe to his side and told him everything that needed to be said. He opened the letter with praise, first, to the One who cleansed the earth of evils. He woke the sleeping star and toppled the leader of the sorcerers headfirst. Power, knowledge, and justice come from Him; the oppressed of the world find their joy in Him. Then he wrote: by the fortune of King Kavus, great, seasoned, and blessed of step, the stronghold of Afrasiab was breached, and the head of his fortune sank into sleep. On a single battlefield, proud warriors with heavy maces stood tall, and it seems a hundred thousand were cut down in one battle at the Golzariun river. After that a fierce wind rose up that tore the flourishing tree out by its roots. Many of the troops who had sought to seize power over us were swept into the water. On the field a horseman fought so that each of ours became prey to two hundred of theirs. From there he went to Behesht-e Gang, a fortress crowded with people and cramped for space. In the battle for that fortress, it seems thirty thousand were killed in the fighting. So it was: the man was a tyrant, and neither knowledge nor fortune came to his aid. He had spread his army across the whole face of the land, and now he has vanished from the world. From now on I will send word to the king of each day, as long as glory stays with me. After that he sat down in joy, a fairy faced one before him, wine in hand. So it stayed until spring turned its face toward them, and the world became a paradise full of color and scent. The whole plain turned the shade of silk brocade; the air took on the pattern of a leopard's back. Wild ass and gazelle roamed the plain; in this way many pleasant days passed by. With hunting cheetahs and birds of prey, and all the musk scented beauties of Taraz around, he ran down the beasts like wild ass and, by sheer force, piled his kills high. In neck like fierce lions, in ear and head like stags. He sent scouts in every direction, seeking clear news of the world's affairs. Then word came from China and Khotan, about Afrasiab and that gathering, that the emperor of China had allied with him, and the whole land was full of the noise of it. From China all the way to the Golzariun there is an army, and the Khan of China is their commander. No one knows the full count of that treasure, the servants and the harnessed horses, that the Khan of China sent him; they hailed him with praise as king. The treasure of Piran also fell into his hands: camel loads of gold coins, sixty times a hundred. When he had gathered that wealth from Khotan, he brought out an army that shatters armies. When such news reached the king, near the troops who had been granted safe passage, all the Iranians turned back and girded themselves to shed blood. When Afrasiab set out from Khotan, an army gathered around him so vast you would say the earth could not bear it, and no astronomer could count it. From China he turned his face toward Kaykhosrow, full of grief, with a vengeful army. When Kaykhosrow learned of that host, he sent several scouting parties out on the road. He commanded Gudarz son of Keshvad, and the commanders Gorgin and Farhad, to stay here with justice and good judgment, keeping watch on guard night and day. He said to Gudarz: these troops are yours; when the crisis comes, they are under your protection. Whenever you see even one of the Turks who shows the slightest loyalty to the enemy, hang him alive at once, with his two feet turned up above his head. Be free of worry when there is no danger; guard this army and this treasure. The drums thundered out from the royal pavilion, the clash of bells and Indian cymbals. In this way an army came from Gang so great that even the sun longed to fight it. When he left the city he drew up his lines and led the army toward the mountains. Two stages of march remained between the two armies; the world ruler summoned his proud chiefs. He said: tonight do not move at all; it is not wise to rest while making ready for battle. He posted scouts around the plain; all night they circled the army. He stayed there a full week, preparing his order of battle and his gear. On the eighth day a scout came from the road and told Khosrow the army had arrived. The king arrayed his troops so splendidly that the sun and moon stopped to gaze. When Afrasiab saw that army, he came and drew up a line facing it. He said to his wise men: this field of war is to my heart like a pleasure garden and a feast. I used to come gladly to the throne and to sleep; when there was no battle, I would rush eagerly. Now I have grown weary of always fleeing, a head full of vengeance, a heart full of strife. I think this comes from Kaykhosrow's good fortune, or else a new day has dawned over my head. I am resolved to meet him in single combat, whether I win my desire or find death and pain. Everyone who was wise said to him, whether they were his own kin or strangers: if the king himself must go into combat, then why have all this army, this wealth, this power? All of China and Turan stand before you, kin and stranger alike. May all our lives be sacrificed for you; so it has always been, and so is our pledge. If a hundred are killed, or a hundred thousand, do not count your own life as cheap. We are, to the last man, your well wishers; we live only by the glory of your crown.
Explanation: Golzariun and Gang (Behesht-e Gang) are Turanian place names in the Shahnameh. Taraz was famed for beautiful people, so 'beauties of Taraz' is a stock image of loveliness.

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بخش ۱۶

دبیر نویسنده را پیش خواند سخن هرچه بایست با او براند
سر نامه کرد آفرین از نخست بدان کو زمین از بدیها بشست
چنان اختر خفته بیدار کرد سر جادوان را نگونسار کرد
توانایی و دانش و داد از اوست به گیتی ستم یافته شاد از اوست
دگر گفت کز بخت کاووس کی بزرگ و جهاندیده و نیک‌پی
گشاده شد آن گنگ افراسیاب سر بخت او اندر آمد به خواب
به یک رزمگاه از نبرده سران سرافراز با گرزهای گران
همانا که افگنده شد صد هزار به گلزریون در یکی کارزار
وز آن پس برآمد یکی باد سخت که برکند شاداب بیخ درخت
به آب اندر افتاد چندی سپاه که جستند بر ما یکی دستگاه
به آوردگه در چنان شد سوار که از ما یکی را دو صد شد شکار
وز آن جایگه رفت ببهشت گنگ حصاری پر از مردم و جای تنگ
به جنگ حصار اندرون سی‌هزار همانا که شد کشته در کارزار
همان بد که بیدادگر بود مرد ورا دانش و بخت یاری نکرد
همه روی کشور سپه گسترید شدست او کنون از جهان ناپدید
از این پس فرستم به شاه آگهی ز روزی که باشد مرا فرهی
از آن پس بیامد به شادی نشست پری روی پیش اندرون می به دست
ببد تا بهار اندرآورد روی جهان شد بهشتی پر از رنگ و بوی
همه دشت چون پرنیان شد به رنگ هوا گشت بر سان پشت پلنگ
گرازیدن گور و آهو به دشت بدین گونه بر چند خوشی گذشت
به نخچیر یوزان و پرنده باز همه مشک بویان بتان طراز
همه چارپایان به کردار گور پراگند و آگنده کردن به زور
به گردن به کردار شیران نر به سان گوزنان به گوش و به سر
ز هر سو فرستاد کارآگهان همی جست پیدا ز کار جهان
پس آگاهی آمد ز چین و ختن از افراسیاب و از آن انجمن
که فغفور چین با وی انباز گشت همه روی کشور پرآواز گشت
ز چین تا به گلزریون لشکرست بر ایشان چو خاقان چین سرورست
نداند کسی راز آن خواسته پرستنده و اسب آراسته
که او را فرستاد خاقان چین به شاهی بر او خواندند آفرین
همان گنج پیرانش آمد به دست شتروار دینار صدبار شست
چو آن خواسته برگرفت از ختن سپاهی بیاورد لشکر شکن
چو ز این گونه آگاهی آمد به شاه به نزدیک زنهار داده سپاه
همه بازگشتند ز ایرانیان ببستند خون ریختن را میان
چو برداشت افراسیاب از ختن یکی لشکری شد بر او انجمن
که گفتی زمین برنتابد همی ستاره شمارش نیابد همی
ز چین سوی کیخسرو آورد روی پر از درد با لشکری کینه‌جوی
چو کیخسرو آگاه شد زان سپاه طلایه فرستاد چندی به راه
بفرمود گودرز کشواد را سپهدار گرگین و فرهاد را
که ایدر بباشید با داد و رای طلایه شب و روز کرده به پای
به گودرز گفت این سپاه تو اند چو کار آید اندر پناه تو اند
ز ترکان هرآنگه که بینی یکی که یاد آرد از دشمنان اندکی
هم اندر زمان زنده بر دار کن دو پایش ز بر سر نگونسار کن
چو بی‌رنج باشد تو بی‌رنج باش نگهبان این لشکر و گنج باش
تبیره برآمد ز پرده سرای خروشیدن زنگ و هندی درای
بدین سان سپاهی بیامد ز گنگ که خورشید را آرزو کرد جنگ
چو بیرون شد از شهر صف بر کشید سوی کوکها لشکر اندر کشید
میان دو لشکر دو منزل بماند جهاندار گردنکشان را بخواند
چنین گفت کامشب مجنبید هیچ نه خوب آید آرامش اندر بسیچ
طلایه برافگند بر گرد دشت همه شب همی گرد لشکر بگشت
به یک هفته بودش هم آنجا درنگ همی ساخت آرایش و ساز جنگ
به هشتم بیامد طلایه ز راه به خسرو خبر داد کآمد سپاه
سپه را بدان سان بیاراست شاه که نظاره گشتند خورشید و ماه
چو افراسیاب آن سپه را بدید بیامد برابر صفی برکشید
به فرزانگان گفت کین دشت رزم به دل مر مرا چون خرامست و بزم
مرا شاد بر گاه خواب آمدی چو رزمم نبودی شتاب آمدی
کنون مانده گشتم چنین در گریز سری پر ز کینه دلی پرستیز
بر آنم که از بخت کیخسروست و گر بر سرم روزگاری نوست
بر آنم که با او شوم همنبرد اگر کام یابم اگر مرگ و درد
بدو گفت هر کس که فرزانه بود گر از خویش بود ار ز بیگانه بود
که گر شاه را جست باید نبرد چرا باید این لشکر و دار و برد
همه چین و توران به پیش تواند ز بیگانگان ار ز خویش تواند
فدای تو بادا همه جان ما چنین بود تا بود پیمان ما
اگر صد شود کشته گر صد هزار تن خویش را خوار مایه مدار
همه سر به سر نیکخواه توایم که زنده به فر کلاه توایم