ABSTRACT
Victorious she drew toward Írán, She drew toward the monarch of the brave, But halted for a short time at Ámwí With questionings increasing in her heart. She wrote thence to her brother, telling him In sorrow all that occurred, and said :— “ What time the brave Bahrám Chúbína died, All care and grief fraternal, to us both He proffered much good counsel. May we never Distress his spirit ! Furthermore he said :— ‘ Inform the exalted monarch of the counsels That thou hast heard from me.’ A mighty host, All men of name and warriors, pursued us, But I have so entreated them in fight That never more will they see fight or feast. With me are many famous chiefs, and harm Must not be theirs. Till my good star convey A hoped response I pause upon the way.”
