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Death comes at last and ends our mortal fears; Kirshasp, and Sam, and Nariman, the best And bravest heroes, who have ever blest This fleeting world, were not endued with power, To stay the march of fate one single hour; The world for them possessed no fixed abode, The path to death's cold regions must be trod; Then, why lament the doom ordained for all? Thus Jemshid fell, and thus must Rustem fall." When the bright dawn proclaimed the rising day, The warriors armed, impatient of delay; But first Sohrab, his proud confederate nigh, Thus wistful spoke, as swelled the boding sigh-- "Now, mark my great antagonist in arms! His noble form my filial bosom warms; My mother's tokens shine conspicuous here, And all the proofs my heart demands, appear; Sure this is Rustem, whom my eyes engage! Shall I, O grief! provoke my Father's rage? Offended Nature then would curse my name, And shuddering nations echo with my shame." He ceased, then Human: "Vain, fantastic thought, Oft have I been where Persia's Champion fought; And thou hast heard, what wonders he performed, When, in his prime, Mazinderan was stormed; That horse resembles Rustem's, it is true, But not so strong, nor beautiful to view." Sohrab now buckles on his war attire, His heart all softness, and his brain all fire; Around his lips such smiles benignant played, He seemed to greet a friend, as thus he said:-- "Here let us sit together on the plain, Here, social sit, and from the fight refrain; Ask we from heaven forgiveness of the past, And bind our souls in friendship that may last; Ours be the feast--let us be warm and free, For powerful instinct draws me still to thee; Fain would my heart in bland affection join, Then let thy generous ardour equal mine; And kindly say, with whom I now contend-- What name distinguished boasts my warrior-friend! Thy name unfit for champion brave to hide, Thy name so long, long sought, and still denied; Say, art thou Rustem, whom I burn to know? Ingenuous say, and cease to be my foe!" Sternly the mighty Champion cried, "Away-- Hence with thy wiles--now practised to delay; The promised struggle, resolute, I claim, Then cease to move me to an act of shame." Sohrab rejoined--"Old man! thou wilt not hear The words of prudence uttered in thine ear; Then, Heaven! look on." Preparing for the shoc
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