"How has thy temper turned to nought, the seed Which might have grown, and cast a glorious shadow; How is it scattered to the barren winds! Thy love for false Súdáveh was the cause Of all this misery; she, the Sorceress, O'er whom thou hast so oft in rapture hung, Enchanted by her charms; she was the cause Of this destruction. Thou art woman's slave! Woman, the bane of man's felicity! Who ever trusted woman? Death were better Than being under woman's influence; She places man upon the foamy ridge Of the tempestuous wave, which rolls to ruin, Who ever trusted woman?--Woman! woman!" Káús looked down with melancholy mien, And, half consenting, thus to Rustem said:-- "Súdáveh's blandishments absorbed my soul, And she has brought this wretchedness upon me." Rustem rejoined--"The world must be revenged Upon this false Súdáveh;--she must die." Káús was silent; but his tears flowed fast, And shame withheld resistance. Rustem rushed Without a pause towards the shubistán; Impatient, nothing could obstruct his speed To slay Súdáveh;--her he quickly found, And rapidly his sanguinary sword Performed its office. Thus the Sorceress died. Such was the punishment her crimes received. Having thus accomplished the first part of his vengeance, he proceeded with the Persian army against Afrásiyáb, and all the Iránian warriors followed his example. When he had penetrated as far as Túrán, the enemy sent forward thirty thousand men to oppose his progress; and in the conflict which ensued, Ferámurz took Sarkhá, the son of Afrásiyáb, prisoner. Rustem delivered him over to Tús to be put to death precisely in the same manner as Saiáwush; but the captive represented himself as the particular friend of Saiáwush, and begged to be pardoned on that account. Rustem, however, had sworn that he would take his revenge, without pity or remorse, and accordingly death was inflicted upon the unhappy prisoner, whose blood was received in a dish, and sent to Káús, and the severed head suspended over the gates of the king's palace. Afrásiyáb hearing of this catastrophe, which sealed the fate of his favorite son, immediately collected together the whole of the Túránian army, and hastened himself to resist the conquering career of the enemy. As on they moved; with loud and dissonant clang; His numerous troops shut out the prospect round; No sun was visible by day; no moon, Nor stars by night. The tramp of men and steeds, And rattling drums, and shouts, were only heard, And the bright gleams of armour only seen.