From that time forth the Sháh sat undisturbed,
Since brave Bahrám Chúbína was no more,
And found no chieftain hostile and disposed
To counter him in fight. One day he thus
Addressed his upright minister: “How long
Shall I conceal my thoughts? Shall my sire's slayer
For ever be about me as a kinsman?
Now that I have the power and feel aggrieved
What should result?”

They spread the board and quaffed,

And put Bandwí in fetters that same day.
The Sháh thereafter bade his minister:—
‘Cut off his hands and feet; he will not then
Gird up his loins to shed the blood of kings.”
They lopped him and he died forthwith, resigning
His blood-stained life up to Khusrau Parwíz.
The Sháh then sent a man to Khurásán
With strict injunctions: “Hold thy tongue and go
Hence to the marchlord's court. Bid Gustaham:—
‘When thou hast read my letter come forthwith.’”
The envoy reached in Khurásán the court
Of one at ease and gave the Sháh's behest,
That youthful Sháh who poured out blood with zest.