Mother and Roshanak at the Bier

From D5.39, Iskandar’s Mother and Wife Mourn. It illustrates D5.39.1–12 (to D5.39.13):

D5.39.1
Iskandar’s mother rushed with tear-stained eyes, And pressed against his chest with mourning cries.
D5.39.2
“O glorious King of kings,” his mother cried,“Star-favored, pious lord of kingdoms wide,
D5.39.3
So close you lie, yet far from us who standBeside you, far from legions and your land.
D5.39.4
May my soul serve your soul; may hearts be tornFrom all who greet with joy the death I mourn.”
D5.39.5
Then Roshanak arrived in deep despair,She cried: “O Shah, whose like is found nowhere,
D5.39.6
Where now is Dara, ruler of the earth,Through whom the world stood firm in all its worth?
D5.39.7
Where Khosrow, Ashk, and Faryan, where is Foor,Sind’s mighty men, the king of Shahrzur?
D5.39.8
Where are the other kings who met your might,Whose heads were cast to dust in that fierce fight?
D5.39.9
You were a storm-cloud hurling hail below;I thought that death could never lay you low.
D5.39.10
Through all the carnage and the blood you shed,Alone, or with the legions that you led,
D5.39.11
I thought that time had granted you reprieve,A secret none among us could perceive.
D5.39.12
You emptied all the world of men of might,Then cast away the crown that shone so bright.