Siavash Weeps amid the Welcome

From B9.31, Siavash Yields Command to Bahram. It illustrates B9.31.63–73:

B9.31.63
They rode together, grief at last allayed,And spoke of every matter that they weighed.
B9.31.64
The chang and rabab filled the streets with song,And woke the sleeping as the notes rolled long.
B9.31.65
The ground was dark with musk along the way,Arabian horses seemed to wing away.
B9.31.66
But when the prince beheld this splendid show,His tears like sudden rain began to flow.
B9.31.67
He thought of Zabul and its festive throng,And feasts to Kabul stretched the road along.
B9.31.68
Again he saw the nobles’ bright array,With Rostam, Piltan, leading the display;
B9.31.69
He thought of Iran with a mournful sigh,While homesick longing dimmed his watchful eye.
B9.31.70
He saw again the gems cast from above,With musk and ambergris, and signs of love.
B9.31.71
His heart recalled them, burning as before,Like fire that leapt within him at the core.
B9.31.72
He turned away to hide his inward pain,Yet Piran saw the grief he strove to rein.
B9.31.73
He knew what memory had brought this grief,And bit his lip, himself denied relief.