ABSTRACT
C. 1513 Bahrám abode a season with his lords, With sparkling wine, with cup, and minstrelsy. Spring came, the ground seemed Paradise, the air Sowed tulips on earth’s face, all tracts grew full Of game, and in the brooks the waters seemed Like wine and milk. The deer and onager Paced in the dales or clustered on the sward, The blackbirds haunted all the river-banks, And all around them bent pomegranate-blooms. “ ’Tis long,” the nobles said to Sháh Bahrám Gúr, “ Since we have hunted onager.”
