ABSTRACT
When night withdrew its sombre skirt, and dawn Brake o’er the gloomy mountains, Makátúra Put on his battle-armour and went forth, Túránian sword in hand. Bahrám Chúbína, On hearing, called for steed and royal breastplate. The spot they chose was one whose plain and waste No leopards e’er resorted to for fight. The Khán, on hearing, mounted on his steed, And went accompanied by the loyal Turks To see which raging Lion of the twain Would have the better fortune. Makátúra, On coming to the scene of strife, dispatched Dust cloudward from the plain and shouted thus To haught Bahrám Chúbína : “ What hast thou To say of manhood now ? Wilt thou begin, Or shall the loyal, lion-hearted Turk ? ”
