Rostam Mourns the Dead Prince

From C8.28, Esfandiyar’s Last Wishes. It illustrates C8.28.57–63:

C8.28.57
He spoke, then drew a sharp and sudden breath:“From Goshtasb came this wrong that brings my death.”
C8.28.58
His pure soul left the wounded body bare,Cast on the darkened dust, beyond all care.
C8.28.59
Then Rostam tore his breast and robe apart,With dust upon his head and pain at heart.
C8.28.60
He cried, “Alas, O warrior, royal son,Whose father ruled, whose grandfather fought and won!
C8.28.61
I had a noble name through all the earth;Goshtasb has stained my ending and my worth.”
C8.28.62
Long time he wept, then spoke above the slain:“O monarch peerless on the mortal plain,
C8.28.63
May Paradise receive your soul in light;May your foe reap the harvest of his spite.”