Farshidvard at His Shattered Door

From D10.15, Bahram’s Hunt and Night with Farshidvard. It illustrates D10.15.14–25 (to D10.15.33):

D10.15.14
The Shah observed a town before his sight,With houses, roads, bazaars, and fading light.
D10.15.15
He bade the troops and baggage take the road,And stayed alone to seek a night’s abode.
D10.15.16
He asked, “Where is the chief man of this place?”Then made toward him with a searching face.
D10.15.17
He saw a shattered entrance, low and wide;Its owner came and bowed there at his side.
D10.15.18
The Shah inquired, “Whose ruin is this here?Why stands it in such plight for all to peer?”
D10.15.19
The master said, “It is mine; evil luckHas been my guide; its mire has held me stuck.
D10.15.20
I have no cattle, clothing, food, or store;No strength, no means to earn a morsel more.
D10.15.21
You saw me first; now see my house’s state,More fit for curse than blessing at its gate.”
D10.15.22
The Shah dismounted, looked about the place;His limbs grew weak to see its sorry case.
D10.15.23
The house was vaulted, large, yet everywhereSheep-droppings fouled the floor and tainted air.
D10.15.24
He said, “Bring me a seat where I may stayAnd rest, kind host, from riding all this way.”
D10.15.25
The other said, “Why mock your host with jest?Had I fine drapes, they would content my guest.