Goshtasb Raises Zarir from the Field

From C6.19, The Turks Ask Mercy of Esfandiyar. It illustrates C6.19.21–27:

C6.19.21
But when he saw his brother on the ground,Flung vilely down amid the heaps around,
C6.19.22
He tore apart the royal robe he wore,Dismounted from Shulak and grieved still more.
C6.19.23
He clutched his beard in both his hands and cried:“O Prince of Balkh, with you all joy has died.
C6.19.24
O gallant horseman, chief of royal name,O chosen hero, crowned in warlike fame,
C6.19.25
My pillar, guardian of our country’s might,Crown of the army, all the world’s bright light!”
C6.19.26
He then drew close and raised him from the plain,And cleansed his face himself of blood and stain.
C6.19.27
He laid him in a golden coffin, tornWith grief, as though Zarir had not been born.