ABSTRACT
From that time forth he led a goodlier life, Moved by remorse at heart. Now every year, When nights were short, he sojourned at Istakhr Two months because that city was delightsome, The air serene : he knew not how to quit it. He and his court were wont to spend three months At Ispahán with its delicious airThe seat of mighty men. In Winter-time He dwelt at Taisafún among the troops, The archimages and the counsellors ; While in the Spring he was upon the plain Of the Arwand, and thus a while went by.
