ABSTRACT
C. 1588 When Yazdagird became the world’s great king He gathered unto him the scattered troops. There was a conclave of the wise and noble, The great men and the princely archimages. The atheling sat on the golden throne, He shut the door of toil, the hand of evil, And thus began : “ He that committeth not A wrong is not in danger of the avenger, But when a heart is darkening with envy The Dív will be called in to medicine it, For envy causeth greed and grief and want, And is a cruel and revengeful dív. Impute not to a foeman’s heart and hand That which displeaseth thee. Humanity Is wisdom’s brother. Wisdom is the crown Upon the head of knowledge. What time thou Conferrest benefits on any one Din it not into him and break his heart. If thou dost good and art longsuffering Thou art not worthless in a wise man’s eyes. If now victorious fortune shall assist me In furthering my wishes in the world I will prepare a roll of righteousness Without an entry of deceit or wrong.”
