"May that Monarch's life span a mighty span, * Whose lavish of largesse all Empyrean! lieges scan: None other but he shall be Kaysar highs, * Lord of lordly hall and of haught Divan: Kings lay their gems on his threshold-dust * As they bow and salam to the mighty man; And his glances foil them and all recoil, * Bowing beards aground and with faces wan: Yet they gain the profit of royal grace, * The rank and station of high Earth's plain is scant for thy world of men, * Camp there in Kay wan's[FN135] Empyrean! May the King of Kings ever hold thee dear; * Be counsel shine and right steadfast plan Till thy justice spread o'er the wide spread earth * And the near and the far be of equal worth."
When he ended his improvisation the Caliph was pleased by it and marvelled at the eloquence of his
