The White Div Taunts the Blinded Shah

From B4.3, Kay Kavus Ventures to Mazandaran. It illustrates B4.3.57–64:

B4.3.57
On the eighth day the White Div thundered wide:“O barren willow, Shah of swollen pride!
B4.3.58
You dressed in pride and sought to rule this throne,Mazandaran’s high seat to make your own.
B4.3.59
Like a mad elephant you judged your might,And thought no equal stood before your sight.
B4.3.60
Not satisfied with crown and royal seat,You cast wise counsel underneath your feet.
B4.3.61
You seized our people, gorz raised in the chase,And left both slain and captives in your trace.
B4.3.62
You did not know what power I could show;Now see the harvest of the pride you sow.”
B4.3.63
He chose twelve thousand male Divs, blades in hand,And set them forth according to command.
B4.3.64
They bound the chiefs and guarded all the train,And held Iran’s men fast in grief and pain.