ABSTRACT
It is related—but Allāh in the Highest knows all!—that there was once, in a certain Mussulmān country, an old king whose heart was as the ocean, who had the wisdom of Aflātūn, whose nature was the nature of the Sages, whose glory surpassed the glory of Farīdūn, whose star was the star of Alexander, whose fortune was the fortune of the Persian Ānūshīrwān. This King had seven sons, seven fires of the Pleiades. But the youngest was in everything the most excellent. He was white and rose, and his name was Prince Jasmine.
