ABSTRACT
That world-aspirant hurried off from Barda’, And when he came the Sháh accorded audience. On seeing the visage of the king of kings The veteran much praised that noble one, Who at first sight grew favourably disposed, Perceived the marks named by Mihrán Sitád In him, smiled and grew blithe of countenance, Received him well and lodged him splendidly. When sombre night flung off its musky veil, And Sol displayed its face, the marchlord came To court, and all the chiefs made way for him. The world-lord summoned him and made him sit Among the magnates, told him how Írán Was placed and what Mihrán Sitád had said, Then asked about king Sáwa, saying : “ Shall I Make peace or send forth troops ? ”
