In an encounter between brave persons swords clash with a din. The combatants challenge their opponents, fearlessly strike them down, and soon make a pile of their corpses. But some are struck down and their heads are cut and tossed. It is all turmoil and cries (on the battlefield).
Note: This verse is a fine specimen of epic poetry.
چو شمشیر برگردن افراختی
چو کوہ از سواران سر انداختی
زخون دلیراں بدشت اندرون
چو دریا زمین موج زن شد ز خون
(Firdousi)
When the sword rose, they seemed like a rock rising from the cavaliers from the blood of the brave men in the desert the earth seemed like the sea.

Brave meet brave, there is head din of swords,
Charging they hit, bodies on bodies roll,
Head fall, plain echoes with sounds of moans and cries.

Braves confront braves, swords clashing,
They shout and strike, pile corpses upon corpses,
Heads fall and toss, battlefield thunders and echoes with cries.