ABSTRACT
Are equity and mercy, its adornment Is bounty's gate, the tongue of eloquence Its glory, while its plumes are hardihood And fortitude. How shall mere high estate, If wisdom fail, enjoy the throne of greatness ? E’en sages are but mortal and possess not More Grace than had Jamshíd who died, what time His crown had reached the moon, and gave another His royal seat. None can abide on earth For aye. Take refuge then with God from ill, And all is said.”
