Forood Dies on the Ivory Throne

From B12.12, The Death of Forood. It illustrates B12.12.46–57:

B12.12.46
His mother and the women gathered near,And all embraced him, shedding bitter tears.
B12.12.47
They laid him gently on the ivory throne;His season for the crown and world had flown.
B12.12.48
His mother and the women tore their hair,And ripped their musky tresses in despair.
B12.12.49
The throne lamented; all the fortress cried,And grief consumed the women at his side.
B12.12.50
Then with a fading glance and failing breath,He turned to them while drawing near to death.
B12.12.51
With one last effort, as his spirit fled,He forced his failing lips to speak and said:
B12.12.52
“No wonder that you tear your hair and weep;The Iranians soon will storm this mountain keep.
B12.12.53
They will make captives of the women here,And ruin wall and mount when they draw near.
B12.12.54
Let all whose hearts still burn for love of meLeap from the battlements and perish free.
B12.12.55
Let none become Prince Bijan’s share or prize;A little time remains before life dies.
B12.12.56
My body and my spirit fall to pain;What use are girls or treasure that remain?”
B12.12.57
He spoke; his cheeks grew pale as life withdrew,His grieving spirit from his body flew.