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Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
In offices of tenderness, and pay
He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail;
his honor and his toil.
may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
SOHRAB AND RUSTUM 1
ND the first gray of morning filled the east,
But all the Tartar camp along the stream
1 The story of Sohrab and Rustum is told in Sir John Malcolm's History of Persia, as follows:
"The young Sohrab was the fruit of one of Rustum's early amours. He had left his mother, and sought fame under the banners of Afrasiab. whose armies he commanded, and soon obtained a renown beyond that of all contemporary heroes but his father. He had carried death and dismay into the ranks of the Persians, and had terrified the boldest warriors of that country, before Rustum encountered him, which at last that hero resolved to do, under a feigned name. They met thee times. The first time they parted by mutual consent, though Sohrab had the advantage; the second, the youth obtained a victory, but granted life to his unknown father; the third was fatal to Sohrab, who, when writhing in the pangs of death, warned his conqueror to shun the vengeance that is inspired by parental woes, and bade him dread the rage of the mighty Rustum, who must soon learn that he had slain his son Sohrab. These words, we are told, were as death to the aged hero; and when he recovered from a trance, he called in despair for proofs of what Sohrab had said. The afflicted and dying youth tore open his mail, and showed his father a seal which his mother had placed on his arm when she discovered to him the secret of his birth, and bade him seek his father. The sight of his own signet rendered Rustum quite frantic; he cursed himself, 'attempting to put an end to his existence, and was only prevented by the efforts of his expiring son. After Sohrab's death, he burned his tents and all his goods, and carried the corpse to Seistan, where it was interred; the army of Turan was, agreeably to the last request of Sohrab, permitted to cross the Oxus unmolested. To reconcile us to the improbability of this tale, we are informed that Rustum could have no idea his son was in existence. The mother of Sohrab had written to him her child was a daughter, fearing to lose her darling infant if she revealed the truth; and Rustum, as before stated, fought under a feigned name, an usage not uncommon
in the chivalrous combats of those days.” [Author's note.]
Through the black Tartar tents he passed, which stood
and felts, and near him lay his arms.
“Who art thou? for it is not yet clear dawn. Speak! is there news, or any night alarm?”
But Sohrab came to the bedside, and said:
This too thou know'st, that, while I still bear on
He spoke: and Peran-Wisa took the hand
“O Sohrab, an unquiet heart is thine! Canst thou not rest among the Tartar chiefs, And share the battle's common chance with us Who love thee, but must press forever first, In single fight incurring single risk, To find a father thou hast never seen? That were far best, my son, to stay with us Unmurmuring; in our tents, while it is war, And when 'tis truce, then in Afrasiab's towns. But, if this one desire indeed rules all, To seck out Rustum—seek him not through fight: Seck him in peace, and carry to his arms, O Sohrab, carry an unwounded son! But far hence seek him, for he is not here, For now it is not as when I was young,