ABSTRACT
He hearà and left the tree, Heart-stricken by the scimitar of fortune. When he reached camp the noble native chiefs Went home and, when they had made ready gifts, Came hurrying to the Sháh. There were a breastplate, Besplendent as the Nile and wide and broad As is an elephant's hide, two elephant-tusks Five cubits long-a toil to lift-mail-coats And rich brocade, and, made of solid gold, A hundred eggs, each weighing sixty mans * If weighed as drachms, and a rhinoceros In gold and gems. Accepting these he led His host away and tears-his heart's blood-shed.
