Turan's Nobles Plead in the Dust

From B10.13, Rostam’s Harrowing of Turan. It illustrates B10.13.6–12:

B10.13.6
At last the nobles, broken, bowed in dust,Came forth to plead, stripped bare of hope and trust:
B10.13.7
“Of Afrasiab’s rule we had our fill;Not even in dreams would we see him still.
B10.13.8
The blood he shed unjustly was his crime;We held no voice nor share in that dark time.
B10.13.9
Though gathered here or scattered through the land,We are your servants, subject to your hand.
B10.13.10
Now you are victor; spill no guiltless gore;Do not make war with turning heaven more.
B10.13.11
No man can tell where Afrasiab flies,Or in a dragon’s maw he lives or dies.”
B10.13.12
Wise Rostam heard; his prudent heart was stirred,And grief came over him at every word.