Whenas Bahrám Gúr sat upon the throne
The sun acclaimed him while the Sháh adored
The Maker—the all-seeing, watchful World-lord,
Abstain from greed and trouble not thyself.”
The fifth day he said thus: “I have no joy
In others' toils for mine aggrandisement;
We toil in quest of jocund Paradise;
He that hath sown but seed of good is blest.”
The sixth day said he to his subjects: “Never
May we ensue defeat; we will protect
Our troops from foes and make malignants tremble.”
And treat all justly howsoe'er perverse.
I will be juster than mine ancestors,
And guide you to the Faith—that of Zarduhsht,
The prophet—quitting not my fathers' path.
I put the Faith of old Zarduhsht before me;
The way of that true prophet is mine own.
Be ye all sovereign in your own affairs,
And guard your marches and your loyalty,
Kings of your children and your women-folk:
Blest is the man that is both wise and pure.
If God accord us life and favouring stars
We will not fill our treasury with gold;
Such treasures keep the poor in travail. Read
This joyful letter which assureth you
Of lasting wealth and honour. To all kings
Our greeting, most to those whose warp and woof
Are love.”’”
They sealed the letters and made choice
Of glorious onvoys. Archmage, man of lore,
And wary cavalier, those letters bore.