Khosrow Kneels Before His Blinded Father

From E6.3, Khosrow Seeks His Father’s Forgiveness. It illustrates E6.3.1–12 (to E6.3.16):

E6.3.1
When ebony had vanished from the sky,And distant cockcrow rang its morning cry,
E6.3.2
The young king came before his father’s place,With wounded heart and deeply troubled face.
E6.3.3
He saw his sire and broke into lament,Then bowed before him, sorrow-worn and spent.
E6.3.4
He lingered long before his father, dumbWith grief, then spoke of service yet to come:
E6.3.5
“Ill-fated king, whose life preserves the nameOf Anooshirvan and his royal fame,
E6.3.6
Had I stood by you, none would dare to slipA needle’s point against your fingertip.
E6.3.7
Command me now; your sorrow fills my heart,And makes it bleed to see you bear its smart.
E6.3.8
I am your slave, if you command me so,To guard your head through every wound and blow.
E6.3.9
I seek no throne, no crown, no armed array;Before your feet I lay my head this day.”
E6.3.10
Hormizd replied, “O prudent son and heir,This day of misery will fade to air.
E6.3.11
Three things alone I ask, and nothing more:First, grant your presence, which I now implore;
E6.3.12
Each morning, when the dawn unlocks the skies,Console my blinded hours with words I prize.