Rudabeh Defies Her Handmaidens

From A8.2, Rudabeh and Her Handmaidens. It illustrates A8.2.50–61:

A8.2.50
Rudabeh heard, and anger filled her breast,Like fire stirred by wind that knows no rest.
A8.2.51
With grim-set face and anger in her eyes,She bent her brows before her fierce replies.
A8.2.52
She turned on them with flashing eyes and cried:“Your words are empty! None can turn my tide!
A8.2.53
If one loves stars, what lesser flame will do?How could the moon content a heart so true?
A8.2.54
Can mud replace the rose in scent and hue?Who feeds on clay will pass the flower from view.
A8.2.55
If bitter draft can heal the body’s pain,Then sweetness only deepens loss and strain.
A8.2.56
No Caesar, nor Chin’s Faghfoor, nor a lordCrowned in Iran, can win my heart’s accord.
A8.2.57
Zal, son of Sahm, is strength enough for me,In him I find the peace I long to see.
A8.2.58
Call him what others will, both old and young!My heart is his, on him my hope is hung.
A8.2.59
Speak not of others; he alone I choose,Though never seen, his love I cannot lose.
A8.2.60
My heart chose Zal unseen from what I heard;This love was born from every praising word.
A8.2.61
I do not love his features or his hair;It is his worth that binds me; worth so rare.”