Translations of Eastern Poetry and Prose

Translations of Eastern Poetry and Prose

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1922 edition. Excerpt: ...mouth, O noble man, Grief-laden unto thee I ran, To ask of thee the news I crave Of Gudarz and of Giv the brave; And thou at me didst warlike bawl--Ah, fear'st thou not the Judge of all? Afrasiyab's daughter, I am she, Mam'zha! Ne'er the sun might see Me bare who now with bloodshot eyes And teenful heart and cheeks how wan, Gathering bread in beggar's guise, From door to door must wander on. This is God's doom on me. I fell For Bi'zhan's sake from tiar and throne. Can fortune be more miserable Than this? God end it for me soon! And Bi'zhan in the pit profound Nor sun nor moon nor night nor day Beholds, where riveted and bound He prayeth God for death alway. Hence griefs on griefs still o'er me rise, Hence flow these waters from mine eyes. Now, if thy way Iran-ward turn, Of Gudarz haply thou wilt learn, Or peradventure Giv behold At Khusrau's gate, or Rustam bold. Say, 'Bizhan is in dungeon fast, And if thou lag, his day is past. Wouldst thou him see, to horse, to heel! Above him stone, below him steel.'" Rustam replied, "These tears of love Why rainest thou? Nay, why not move Thy noble well-wishers to sue, Lady, for thee before thy sire? Perchance he will pity thee: anew His blood may stir, his heart take fire. Had not I stood of him in fear, I would have given thee countless gear." Then to the cooks: "Go, bring with speed Viands according to her need." A fowl hot from the spit fetched they, He wrapped it in soft bread himself, And hid therein his ring away With hand as nimble as an elf. "This to the dungeon take, O guide Of them that have no help beside!" v Back to the pit's mouth sped in haste Mam'zha, clasping to her breast The viands in a kerchief wound And gave to Bizhan all. Astound He gazed, and...show more

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  • Paperback | 66 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 4mm | 136g
  • Rarebooksclub.com
  • United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236972473
  • 9781236972477