ABSTRACT
Lived at Jahram a man of low degree1Mihrak son of Núshzád-who, when he heard
About the expedition of Ardshir, His tarrying by the sea, and how his host Was starving, with communications barred, Marched on the palace of the Sháh, assembled Troops past all count, and sacked it, lavishing No stint of crowns and purses on his soldiers. The Sháh received the tidings by the sea, And said in grief: " Why did I leave my home Defenceless and attack an alien foe ? " Called all the chiefs, spake of Mihrak at large,
a I386 And said : " What think ye, leaders of the host ! Of such an impasse ? I have tasted much Of fortune's bitterness, but reckoned not On trouble from Mihrak I "
They cried: " O Sháh] Ne'er may thine eyes behold ill-luck. Why take Things ill because Mihrak hath proved thy foe In secret ? Thou hast greatness, and the world Is thine. Thy slaves are we ; 'tis thine to bid."
