The Death of Farshidvard

From C6.31, Farshidvard Comes before Esfandiyar. It illustrates C6.31.20–31 (to C6.31.34):

C6.31.20
He found him on a cloth, his body torn,And saw the wounds that he had bravely borne.
C6.31.21
So many tears poured freely from his eyes,The healer knew the grief behind his cries.
C6.31.22
He cried, “Brave lion, seeker of the fray,Who brought this grief upon your life today?
C6.31.23
Though lion or fierce leopard be the foe,I shall avenge you for this bitter blow.”
C6.31.24
Then Farshidvard replied, “O prince renowned,This mortal wound began when you were bound.
C6.31.25
Goshtasb brought me down, though I was strong;His choices led to ruin, grief, and wrong.
C6.31.26
Had he not bound you fast, could Turks so dareTo bring such ruin, death, and deep despair?
C6.31.27
Could they have shattered Balkh and seized the throne,And made Lohrasp’s blood darken every stone?
C6.31.28
No one has seen or heard such grief as this,Which Gurazm loosed from rancor’s black abyss.
C6.31.29
Yet do not murmur; take what Fate has made,And be a fruitful tree whose boughs give shade.
C6.31.30
My life is passing; yours must still remain,To bear this burden, rule, and face the pain.
C6.31.31
Remember me when I draw my last breath,And give to cheer my spirit after death.