ABSTRACT
Whenas the rising sun shot forth its beams, And darksome night turned sickly at the glow, The chief Bahrám Chúbína, that bold Wolf, Bade the archscribe attend. They wrote the Khán A letter that was worthy of the Artang,1 Perfumed2, illuminate and illustrate :— “ For grief, while asking pardon for mine acts, My heart is full of sighing and remorse. Henceforth I will not hurt thy country, land, Or marches through regard for thee ; and I, If I become the monarch of the world, Will be to thee as ’twere a younger brother. Wash vengeance from thy heart and thou shalt know No difference between Írán and Chín. Take not to heart the past for God forgiveth His slave. A thousand blessings on thy helm, Upon thy sword and thy world-conquering hand.”
