Anvari

“ To paint their wrongs—their wrongs, oh how acute!—
To thee, great master of the eastern sphere!
Then lift attentive to his tale of woe;
Ah lift as he describes the blood-stain'd foe,
Each past misfortune, and each future fear. ”

“ For pitying heaven bestow'd thee in his room:
'Tis thine, oh King, the bold design to form;
'Tis thine to fight, while angels rule the storm,
And Victory waits to deck thee with her plume.
XXIX
When thou, great Prince, array'd for war, shalt move,
The barbarous foe shall wildest terrors prove,
And mourn, prophetic, future thousands slain:
But when with awful voice thou call'st to arms,
(The dreadful sound exciting fresh alarms) ,
All shall for mercy cry, but cry in vain.
XXX
Oh thou, with glory crown'd! ”

“ Nor loves the moon with a more ardent flame:
Oh may th' Eternal bless his every deed,
Who longs with thee to share the victor's meed,
To aid thy battle, and promote thy fame!
XXXVII
Hail, shade of God! hail Burhan much rever'd!
Through whom the wretched are to Heaven endear'd,
As through the Prophet all who own his law:
The glorious toil begun, whence peace shall grow,
Pleas'd, thou shalt rush vindictive on the foe,
And led by Sanjar's son spread mortal awe.
XXXVIII
Oh taught by Sanjar (good and pious chief) ! ”