Arezu Sings Before the Disguised Shah

From D10.14, Bahram Slays Lions and Weds Arezu. It illustrates D10.14.98–109 (to D10.14.123):

D10.14.98
He told that cypress, “Bring your harp in here;Before Gushasp, our Pahlevan, appear.”
D10.14.99
The harpist came before the monarch’s face,Like Yemen’s star Suhayl in stately grace.
D10.14.100
She said, “O mighty Pahlevan, whose frameBefits a man who bears a kingly name,
D10.14.101
Know that this feasting house belongs to you;My father is host and treasurer too.
D10.14.102
May all your darkest nights be blessed instead;Above the rain-cloud may you raise your head.”
D10.14.103
He said to her, “Sit down, take up the harp;Let song begin at once, both sweet and sharp.
D10.14.104
Tonight old Mahiyar shall be a youth,And pledge his soul to fellowship and truth.”
D10.14.105
The harpist clasped her harp and, with rare skill,Played the Magians’ chant, and all grew still.
D10.14.106
As silken chords rang out through all the room,An odor came as jasmine comes in bloom.
D10.14.107
She sang to Mahiyar, her noble sire,And plaintive music trembled from the wire:
D10.14.108
“You stand, a cypress by the flowing stream;Your locks, once musk-dark, now like camphor gleam.
D10.14.109
Your tongue is warm, your heart has love of peace;May hardship never from your foeman cease.