When all was ordered as the Sháh had bidden
The prince's mother passed away. The prince
Came from his throne like one possessed, and raised
His lamentation to the rolling sky.
He rent his clothes, threw dust upon his head,
Mourned o'er her sorely, grievously afflicting
His own sweet soul, mourned greatly night and day,
For many days ne'er smiled, grieved one whole moon,
And sought no respite from his misery.
Now when the nobles heard thereof—such men
As Tús and Faríburz, Gúdarz and Gív,
Born princes or heroic paladins—
They made all haste to come to Siyáwush,
Who as he looked on them groaned grievously;
His tears burst forth afresh, and he unlocked
The portal of the anguish of his heart.
Gúdarz, when he beheld the prince's sorrow,
Gazed on that noble Cypress overwrought,
And weeping said to him: “O royal prince!
Hear mine advice and think no more of grief.
The child of every mother will depart;
Not one of them can 'scape the clutch of fate.
Although thy mother is a memory now,
Mourn not: her spirit is in heaven.”

By dint

Of many a counsel, many a soothing strain,
He made the prince's heart itself again.