154 The Nineteenth Book of the Gestes of Prithiraj. [No. 3, 



Throwing as it were mountains of iron. 

 The strong-armed lords of elephants met. 

 On they came shouting, ha ! ha ! 

 The army of Khurasan and Multan. 



Paddhari metre. 



37. The lord of Khurasan, Multan and Kandahar, 



With powerful sword, and unerring arrows. 



Rohillas, Firangis (20) with long beards, 



Crowds of Biloches with blazoned shields, 



With cat-eyes, and slavering jackal-mouths ; 



Thousands on thousands, powerful warriors, 



On the backs and flanks of their horses saddles and housings. 

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***** (21) 



Dense masses of iron, and waving horse-tails, 



Irakis, Arabs, Tazis swift for victory ; (22) 



Turkis wielding mighty bows and arrows. 



Such sword-handling troopers in crowds. 



Though demons opposed them, they would not avail aught. (23) 



In their midst, Sultan Sahab himself, 



Such was his army as described in song (24) 



Him Prithiraj, the King surrounded, 



On all sides with standards, and noise of drums. 



Verses. 



38. With noise of drums, and with flags, 

 (Came) the Chauhan Rana on all sides ; 

 All the chiefs and heroes, 



Called to mind their potent spells. 



Prithiraj the King set on, 



The hero shook his reins with eagerness, 



Drawing his sword full swift, 



Strokes, quick as lightning, he struck. 



The gods stood curious in the sky. 



Drowned in blood (24) the earth was (one) stream : 



Hara rejoiced at the sacrifice (26) of heroes. 



At the shouts of the monarch and his host (27) 



