Narsi Draws the Mantle Over His Head

From D7.17, The Reign of Narsi, Son of Bahram. It illustrates D7.17.13–24:

D7.17.13
His day drew near, and fortune’s favor fled;Like wax grew soft the steel helm on his head.
D7.17.14
Hormizd ran to his bedside, fair and bright,A tulip glowing with its own rich light.
D7.17.15
Narsi’s own son was like the moon at night,That shines through darkness, silvery and white.
D7.17.16
The Shah said, “Gently nurtured youth, remainWith all your strength apart from vice and stain.
D7.17.17
You, Narsi’s soul, with Bahram’s fortune blessed,Are worthy of the throne and royal crest.
D7.17.18
You have great stature, courage, learned grace,In knowledge none can stand to take your place.
D7.17.19
May crown not weep because of how you reign;Nor let your council’s hearts burn with such pain.
D7.17.20
Rule by the laws of kings throughout the land,As you have learned from God’s own pure command.
D7.17.21
May joy within your heart and soul increase;May greatness, treasure flourish without cease.
D7.17.22
At length your own bright day will pass from view,And rolling heaven trample over you.
D7.17.23
So act that when they question you that day,Your answers bring good fortune on your way.”
D7.17.24
Thus spoke the Shah, then drew across his headThe mantle; from his depths a cold sigh spread.