A Shepherdless Army Gathers in Grief

From C3.41, Lahhak and Farshidvard Bewail Piran. It illustrates C3.41.31–36:

C3.41.31
They went back to their camp, their eyes blood-red,Their hearts consumed by sorrow for the dead.
C3.41.32
The army knew its shepherd lay in death;His flock was leaderless with his last breath.
C3.41.33
All sorrowed, weeping in consuming fire,Their hearts burned through with grief that would not tire.
C3.41.34
They came before the brothers in their grief,With hearts weighed down and finding no relief.
C3.41.35
They said, “What shall we do, with him now gone,The backbone of our side, our shield withdrawn?
C3.41.36
Who now has heart to gird himself for fight,And fit an iron helmet firm and tight?”