The Miller Finds the Shah

From E10.9, Yazdegard Hides in the Mill. It illustrates E10.9.39–50 (to E10.9.56):

E10.9.39
He hid within a mill, a humble shed,Sat on dry grass, while horsemen past him sped.
E10.9.40
Such is this faithless world, whose turns deceive:It crowns a man, then leaves him there to grieve.
E10.9.41
His throne had once ascended to the sky;Now in a mill he sat, with none nearby.
E10.9.42
Such poison far outweighed the sweetness past;The world’s brief joys are never made to last.
E10.9.43
Why love this cheating house of transient breath,When tabiras now sound the march to death?
E10.9.44
They bid you pack and leave; the grave’s dark groundMust be the only throne where you are crowned.
E10.9.45
With empty mouth and tear-filled, sleepless eyes,The Shah remained there till the sun would rise.
E10.9.46
At dawn the miller came along the track,And opened up, with grass upon his back.
E10.9.47
The low-born man was Khosrow known by name,Poor, with no crown or treasure he could claim.
E10.9.48
He lived by grinding at that mill alone;No other trade or livelihood was known.
E10.9.49
He saw a man of cypress stature, bentUpon the dust, worn down with deep lament.
E10.9.50
A kingly crown was set upon his head,And Chin’s bright brocade shone about him spread.