Thereafter he sent letters to each archmage,
Gave clothing to the mendicants, and asked:—
“In all the realm what folk are free from toil,
And who are mendicants and destitute?
Tell me how things are in the world, and lead
My heart upon the pathway toward the light.”
An answer came from all the archimages,
From all the nobles, and the men of lore:—
“The face of earth appeareth prosperous,
Continuous blessings are in every part,
Save that the poor complain against the ills
Of fortune and the Sháh. ‘The rich,’ they say,
‘Wear wreaths of roses in their drinking-bouts,
And quaff to minstrelsy, but as for us
They do not reckon us as men at all.
The empty-handed drinketh with no rose
Or harp.’ The king of kings should look to it.”
The Sháh laughed heartily at this report,
And sent a camel-post to king Shangul
To say thus: “O thou monarch good at need!
Select ten thousand of the Gipsy-tribe,
Both male and female, skilful on the harp,
And send them to me. I may gain mine end
Through that notorious folk.”
Now when the letter
Came to Shangul he raised his head in pride
And so the Gipsies now,
According to Bahrám's just ordinance,
Live by their wits; they have for company
The dog and wolf, and tramp unceasingly.