Shirin Weeps on the Rooftop

From E7.2, Khosrow’s Love for Shirin. It illustrates E7.2.30–41 (to E7.2.45):

E7.2.30
When Shirin heard, “The mighty Shah is near,Before his army, coming toward us here,”
E7.2.31
She put a yellow musk-sweet vestment on,And made her face like blooms at early dawn.
E7.2.32
She wore a Roman robe of crimson thread,On cloth of gold, with jeweled patterns spread.
E7.2.33
Upon her head she set a royal crown,With Pahlevan-bright jewels blazing down.
E7.2.34
She left the pleasant hall and climbed the roof,Her heart from every happiness aloof.
E7.2.35
She waited there until the Shah drew near,Then tears ran down the face he once held dear.
E7.2.36
At sight of him she rose to all her height,And spoke of former sweetness, love, and light.
E7.2.37
Her ailing eyes washed cheeks like flowers in rain;The flowers were sound, the eyes were sick with pain.
E7.2.38
All tears and beauty, she began her tale;In Pahlavi she voiced her love’s travail:
E7.2.39
“O mighty lion, leader in the fight,Great conqueror, the pride of warriors’ might,
E7.2.40
Where is that love, that flood of tears you bore,Which seeing Shirin healed in days before?
E7.2.41
Where are those days that into night would creep,With smiling lips, while heart and eyes would weep?