ABSTRACT
Bear before me to Khorasan, Zephyr, a kindly word, To its Scholars and men of learning and not to the witless herd, And having faithfully carried the message I bid thee bear, Bring me news of their doings, and tell me how they fare. I, who was once as the cypress, now upon Fortune’s wheel Am broken and bent, you may tell them; for thus doth Fortune deal, Let not her specious promise you to destruction lure: Ne’er was her covenant faithful; ne’er was her pact secure. The Diwan of nasir-i-khusru.
