Mawsil Kisses the Royal Stirrup

From E6.22, Bandvi Meets Khosrow on the Road. It illustrates E6.22.21–32 (to E6.22.37):

E6.22.21
The two dismounted in that shaded place,Approached, and bowed before his farr-bright face.
E6.22.22
They praised him deeply, made obeisance low;The Shah gave Bandvi welcome after woe.
E6.22.23
“I thought,” he told him, “earth had claimed your breath,And you lay buried in the dust of death.”
E6.22.24
Bandvi recounted all his sore dismay,And how the Shah’s own robe led foes astray.
E6.22.25
He told how Bahram granted him his grace,And how he fled from that most deadly place.
E6.22.26
The Shah wept greatly as the tale was told,Then asked, “Who is this man that I behold?”
E6.22.27
Bandvi replied, “O sun-faced Shah, be kind:Does Mawsil find no welcome in your mind?
E6.22.28
Since you left Iran for the Roman land,He knew no settled peace on any hand.
E6.22.29
His palace was the tent beneath the sky;He waited for your face with watchful eye.
E6.22.30
He has great troops, with ample arms supplied,And gold and treasure he has set aside.”
E6.22.31
Then Khosrow said to Mawsil, “Can your toilLie hidden, and your service earn no spoil?
E6.22.32
We shall repay your days with joy and fame,And set among the greatest your good name.”