Afrasiab Mourns His Son Surkha

From B10.7, Afrasiab Marches to Avenge His Son. It illustrates B10.7.1–10:

B10.7.1
When Turan’s troops returned from battle red,Blood stained each body, dust lay on each head.
B10.7.2
They said: “The noble chief has met his end,His rising fortune sank where spears descend.
B10.7.3
His head was severed; all the troops withdrew,Their fill of war behind them as they flew.
B10.7.4
The men of Iran stood again for war,Their hearts still burned for Siavash’s gore.”
B10.7.5
Afrasiab then bent his crowned head low,And tore his hair while tears began to flow.
B10.7.6
He cast the dust upon his head and cried,And tore his royal robes from side to side.
B10.7.7
“O famed sepahbod, hero of the fight!Your rosy face once shone with moonlike light.
B10.7.8
Your form and noble bearing fade from sight;No rest for me till vengeance claims its right.”
B10.7.9
Then to his troops: “Our food and sleep are done;No rest remains until revenge is won.
B10.7.10
Let armor be your bed and war your breath,And fix your minds on vengeance and on death.”