How Khusrau Parwíz went to his Sire and fled to Rúm, and how Hurmuzd was slain

Thence weeping blood and liver-pierced he went Before his sire, gave greeting, tarried long, And said : “ The cavalier, the paladin, Whom thou didst choose, O king ! came as do Sháhs That have the Grace and brought a numerous host. I counselled him but ’twas of no avail, He only cared for war and conflict. Never Be his name current ! All against my will Was fought a great fight, and the stars brought scath On many. All my troops deserted me ; Thou wouldst have said they saw and passed me by, And, not reflecting, hailed Bahrám Chúbína As Sháh. Pursuing me he led his troops, As ’twere a moving mountain, to the bridge

C. 1891 Of Nahrawán, and I, when mine estate No longer flourished, fled and scaped the net Of bale. As I account of gain and loss The Arabs only may prove serviceable, And, if the king bid, I will bring their horsemen In countless numbers.”