Shobae Moghireh Sits in the Dust

From E10.3, Rostam and Sa’ad Exchange Letters. It illustrates E10.3.63–74 (to E10.3.78):

E10.3.63
Then Shobae Moghireh said, “Let me be sentTo Rostam.” On that embassy he went.
E10.3.64
An Iranian noble came along the way,And to the Pahlevan had this to say:
E10.3.65
“An aged envoy, weak of frame, is here,Without a horse or proper battle gear.
E10.3.66
About his neck there hangs a slender blade;The tears within his shirt are plain displayed.”
E10.3.67
When Rostam heard, he had a rich tent made;Its walls were hung with costly silk brocade.
E10.3.68
They spread a Chinese carpet shot with gold;Like ants and locusts swarmed the soldiers bold.
E10.3.69
A golden seat was set above the throng;The army’s Pahlevan sat, waiting long.
E10.3.70
Then sixty men of Iran held their place,Battlefield lions, men of iron grace,
E10.3.71
In gold boots, violet robes with gold worked through,With torques and earrings flashing bright to view.
E10.3.72
The royal tent was dressed in bright array;Then Shobae Moghireh came along the way.
E10.3.73
He would not tread upon the cloth outspread,But took the humble path of dust instead.
E10.3.74
His scimitar he used just like a cane,Nor looked at lord or captain of the train.