52 W. Irvine — Jangnamah of Farruldisiyar and JaJiandar Shah. [No. 1, 
1435 There arrows, eager, bewildering, brought to many the hoped- 
for mercy of Paradise, 
The sky-chariot of the sun reached its setting, the time was 
clouded. 
Then hero struggled with hero, with angry looks brave strove 
with brave. 
Cries arose, “ Strike, Strike, Strike,” shouting they fell in 
heaps. 
The loyal, comely Arabs, the comely heroes, stood fast, 
1410 Where there is meeting and assembly how could they turn 
away their faces. 
[Lines 1441-1452 are devoted to a recital of the names of 
fightevs.] 
1453 Everywhere the armies, full of zeal, caused much slaughter. 
Weapons, heavy, two-edged, numerous, fell like torrents of 
rain, 
1455 Chain-mail, vizor, helm were beaten soft, the plates of the 
fish-scales fell off, 
Calling “ Strike, Strike,” hearing “ Stand fast, friend, stand 
fast,” they made effort. 
Growling and dark like lowering clouds the proud army moved 
in circles. 
Great drums roared and rattled, drawn swords glanced and 
glittered. 
With a swish fell the arrows, bullet upon bullet came like hail 
at that time, 
1460 A mire of brains collecfed, when the Sayyid drew his sword. 
He stands full of anger, tossing his head, causing many 
wounds, holding his ground. 
Heads are lost, ears drop, bodies were collected in mounds, 
Blood began to fiow in rivers, the stream began to flow on, 
The flesh-rending arrows carried destruction wherever they fell. 
Kavita Chand (1465-1576). 
1465 WhenAvaves expand day by day, how can the poet keep count, 
’tis the Avork of the mad-like fighters. 
To the edge of the snowy hills he drives the invader, who can 
come that he overcomes not at will, 
The well-named leader, the loved lord of prowess, the great 
chief and peerless. 
Of the famous king, Lord Shatrusal, great, brave, liberal, he 
tells the lustre. 
