The Multitude Pleads on the Mountain

From C4.62, Kay Khosrow Vanishes in the Snow. It illustrates C4.62.12–23 (to C4.62.25):

C4.62.12
The army marched in troops, and did not stopUntil they reached the mountain’s lofty top.
C4.62.13
They rested for a week; the weary menBrought moisture to their thirsty lips again.
C4.62.14
They wondered at the Shah and at his plan,A labor past the reasoning of man.
C4.62.15
Each learned sage spoke softly, filled with awe:“No age has known such wonders as we saw.”
C4.62.16
When sun above the hills began to rise,A multitude appeared before his eyes.
C4.62.17
A hundred thousand came with grief again,Iranians gathered there, both women, men.
C4.62.18
The mountain filled with outcry, sobs, and moans,Until their sorrow seemed to move the stones.
C4.62.19
The people cried, “O Shah, what pains your soul,That grief has drawn your wisdom from its goal?
C4.62.20
If from the army you have suffered pain,Or hold this royal crown in deep disdain,
C4.62.21
Tell us, and do not leave Iran’s great throne;Give not this ancient world a king unknown.
C4.62.22
We are the dust beneath your charger’s tread;At Azargashasp we bow each humbled head.
C4.62.23
Where are your wisdom, judgment, senses clear?To Fereydoon Soroush did not appear.