The Village Chief Finds Goshtasb Grieving

From C5.6, The Village-Chief’s Hospitality. It illustrates C5.6.4–12:

C5.6.4
A thick-leaved tree stood by the water’s flow;Its shade concealed the sun from those below.
C5.6.5
Beneath its branches sat the troubled youth,And pondered grief and fortune’s bitter truth.
C5.6.6
He said, “Almighty Judge, grief is my share;My fortune grants no cure for my despair.
C5.6.7
I see my star is evil overhead,Yet know not why such ills fall on my head.”
C5.6.8
A noble from that village passed that way,Its chief, whom all its people would obey.
C5.6.9
Goshtasb sat, chin in hand, bowed down by woe;His eyes were red with tears that would not slow.
C5.6.10
The chief asked, “Noble youth, why do you grieve?What sorrow darkens you and will not leave?
C5.6.11
If you would come with me, remain and rest,Within my hall, my honored, welcome guest.
C5.6.12
Perhaps your grief will fade as comfort nears,Your arrow-pointed lashes dry their tears.”