بخش 161 - نصیحت مبارزان او را کی با این دل و زهره کی تو داری کی از کلابیسه شدن چشم کافر اسیری دست بسته بیهوش شوی و دشنه از دست بیفتد زنهار زنهار ملازم مطبخ خانقاه باش و سوی پیکار مرو تا رسوا نشوی

The party (of soldiers) said to him, “With such a stomach as thou hast, do not approach the (field of) battle and war.

Since thou wert sunk and thy ship wrecked by the eye of that pinioned prisoner,

How, then, amidst the onset of the fierce lions (champions), to whose swords the head (of an enemy) is like a ball,

Canst thou swim in blood, when thou art not familiar with the warfare of (brave) men?—

For the pounding noise made by fullers is banal in comparison with the clang of (swords when) smiting necks (on the battle-field).

(There thou wilt see) many a headless body that is (still) quivering, many a bodiless head (floating) on blood, like bubbles.

In war, hundreds of death-dealing (heroes) are drowned under the legs of the horses in (a sea of) death.

How will wits like these (of thine), which flew away from (fear of) a mouse, draw the sword in that battle-line?

’Tis war, not (a matter of) supping wheat-broth (hamza), that thou shouldst turn up thy sleeve to sup it.

’Tis not (like) supping wheat-broth; here (on the field of battle) eye the sword! In this battle-line one needs a Hamza of iron.

Fighting is not the business of any faint-heart who runs away from a spectre (hallucination), like a (flitting) spectre.

’Tis the business of Turks (Turkán), not of (women like) Tarkán. Begone! Home is the place for Tarkán: go home!”