The Mother's Lament at Gund-e-Shapur

From D13.19, The Death of Nushzad. It illustrates D13.19.86–94:

D13.19.86
Of all the Christians dwelling in that land,Not one but tore his face with grieving hand.
D13.19.87
From all that country rose a keening wail;The men and women, round the bier, grew pale.
D13.19.88
They raised that gallant prince’s lifeless frame,The Shah’s own heart and light, his grief and shame.
D13.19.89
They bore his coffin onward, hand by hand,For three farsangs across the mourning land.
D13.19.90
His mother heard; her crown fell to the ground;Unveiled she came, with grief and anguish bound.
D13.19.91
A crowd assembled in the marketplace,All mourning with the dust upon each face.
D13.19.92
They raised a tent to shield her from the crowd;Dust on their heads, the mourners wept aloud.
D13.19.93
They laid him in the earth, bereft of breath;From wind he came and passed at last to death.
D13.19.94
Gund-e-Shapur wept bitterly that day;The Shah’s heartache consumed them with dismay.