Unknown, Tales from the ArabicVolume 1… (1901)
“ How many a weakling orphan unsuccoured doth remain, For whom is thy departure even as a father’s loss! To fly or creep, like nestlings, alone, they strive in vain. Now that the clouds have broken their promise to our hope, We trust the Khalif’s bounty will stand to us for rain. [24] When the Khalif heard this, he said, “By Allah, O Jerir, Omar possesseth but a hundred dirhems.” [25] [And he cried out to his servant, saying,] “Ho, boy! give them to him.” Moreover, he gave him the ornaments of his sword; and Jerir went forth to the [other] poets, who said to him, “What is behind thee?” ”
