Zahhak Rages at Kundrav's Report

From A5.8, Fereydoon and the Minister of Zahhak. It illustrates A5.8.38–46:

A5.8.38
If this renowned man truly is your guest,Why in your shabestan has he found rest?
A5.8.39
Why sit with Jamshid’s daughters side by side,And speak of every matter they decide?
A5.8.40
One hand now rests on fair Shahrnaz’s cheek;One brushes Arnavaz’s lips as they speak.
A5.8.41
At dark of night he does still worse than this;Their musk-dark tresses serve his bed of bliss.
A5.8.42
Those musk-black tresses of the moon-faced twoBelong to those your heart once held as true.
A5.8.43
Half-drunk, he draws them close against his breast;That is no proper conduct for a guest.”
A5.8.44
Zahhak erupted like a maddened beast;He wished for death when Kundrav’s words had ceased.
A5.8.45
With filthy curses and a thunderous cry,He raged against his fortune and the sky.
A5.8.46
He shouted, “In this royal house of mine,No longer shall you serve in steward’s line!”