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From the Shahnameh	A
There was a paladin a Turk by race	B
A man of influence and named Bizhan	C
He dwelt within the coasts of Samarkand	D
Where he had many kin Ill starred Mahwi	E
Becoming self assertive wrote to him	A
'Thou prosperous scion of the paladins	B
A strife hath risen that will bring thee profit	F
The Sh h is of all places here at Marv	G
And with no troops His head and crown and state	H
Wealth throne and host are thine if thou wilt come	A
Recall the vengeance owing to thy sires	B
And give this unjust race its just reward '	I
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Bizhan considering the letter saw	B
That insolent Mahwi would win the world	J
Then spake thus to his minister 'Thou chief	K
Of upright men what sayest thou to this	B
If I lead forth a host to aid Mahwi	E
'Twill be my ruin here '	-
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The minister	L
Replied 'O lion hearted warrior	L
'Twere shame to help Mahwi and then withdraw	B
Command Bars m to set forth with a host	M
To aid upon this scene of strife The sage	N
Will term thee daft to go and fight in person	C
At the insistence of this man of S r '	-
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Bizhan replied ''Tis well I will not go	O
Myself '	-
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He therefore bade Bars m to lead	P
Ten thousand valiant cavaliers and swordsmen	C
To Marv with all the implements of war	Q
If haply he might take the Sh h That host	M
Went like a flying pheasant from Bukh r	R
To Marv within one week One night at cock crow	O
The sound of tymbals went up from the plain	C
How could the king of kings suspect Mahwi	E
Of S r to be his enemy Shouts rose	B
A cavalier reached Yazdagird at dawn	C
To say 'Mahwi said thus 'A host of Turks	B
Hath come What is the bidding of the Sh h	-
The Kh n and the Faghf r of Chin command	D
Earth is not able to support their host ''	-
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The Sh h wroth donned his mail The armies ranged	S
He formed his troops to right and left and all	T
Advanced to battle Spear in hand he held	U
The center and the whole world was bedimmed	U
With flying dust He saw how lustily	T
The Turks engaged unsheathed his sword and came	A
As 'twere an elephant before his troops	B
Earth Nile wise flowed Like thundering cloud he charged	U
But not a warrior supported him	A
All turned their backs upon that man of name	A
And left him mid the horsemen of the foe	O
The world's king when Mahwi withdrew perceived	U
The practice hid till then the intent and plan	C
To capture him yet played the man in fight	U
Displaying valour strength and warriorship	V
Slew many at the centre but at length	W
Fled in despair with falchion of K bul	T
In hand pursued by many Turks He sped	U
Like lightning mid night's gloom and spied a mill	T
On the canal of Zark Alighting there	X
The world's king lay in hiding from his foes	B
Within the mill The horsemen searched for him	A
All Zark was hue and cry The Sh h abandoned	U
His gold trapped steed his mare and scimitar	X
With golden sheath The Turks with loud shouts sought him	A
Excited by that steed and equipage	N
The Sh h within the mill house lurked in hay	Y
With this false Hostel thus it ever is	B
The ascent is lofty and profound the abyss	B
With Yazdagird while fortune slumbered not	U
A throne enskied by heaven was his lot	U
And now it was a mill Excess of sweet	U
Bred bane for him and if thou art discreet	U
Affect not this world for its end is ill	T
Whiles a tame serpent to the touch it still	T
At whiles will bite and hot that bite will be	Z
Why then affect this cozening hostelry	X
While like a drum the signal to be gone	C
Thou hearest bidding 'Bind the baggage on	C
And for sole throne the grave's floor look upon '	-
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With mouth untasting and with tearful eyes	B
The Sh h abode until the sun arose	B
And then the miller oped the mill house door	X
He bore a truss of grass upon his back	A2
A low born man was he by name Khusrau	X
Poor foolish unrespected purposeless	B
He lived upon the profits of his mill	T
Which gave him full employment He beheld	U
A warrior like a lofty cypress sitting	B2
In dolour on the ground with kingly crown	C
Upon his head and with brocade of R m	A
Bright on his breast his eyes a stag's his chest	U
And neck a lion's of beholding him	A
The eye ne'er tired He was unique in form	A
Wore golden boots his sleeves were fringed with pearls	B
And gold Khusrau looked stood astound and called	U
On God then said 'O man of sunlike mien	C
Say in what sort thou camest to this mill	T
Why didst thou take it for thy resting place	B
Full as it is of wheat and dust and hay	Y
Who art thou with such form such Grace and looks	B
Sure heaven never saw the like of thee '	-
	-
The Sh h replied 'I am Ir nian born	C
In flight before the army of T r n '	-
	-
The miller said abashed 'I have no comrade	U
Save penury but still if barley bread	U
With some poor cresses from the river bank	C2
Will serve thee I will bring them naught have I	D2
Besides a man so straitened well may wail '	-
	-
Through stress of fight the Sh h had rested not	U
Or eaten for three days and so replied	U
'Bring what thou hast that and the sacred twigs	B
Will serve my turn '	-
	-
The poor and lowly miller	X
Brought him the cresses and the barley bread	U
Made haste to fetch the sacred twigs and reaching	B2
The toll house on the way crossed to the chief	K
Of Zark to make request for them M hwi	E
Had sent men on all sides to find the Sh h	-
And so the chieftain asked the miller 'Friend	U
For whom need'st thou the sacred twigs '	-
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Khusrau replied 'There is a warrior at the mill	T
And seated on the hay a cypress slim	A
In height a sun in looks a man of Grace	B
With eyebrows arched and melancholy's eyes	B
His mouth is full of sighs his soul is sad	U
I set stale fare before him barley bread	U
Such as I eat myself but he is fain	C
To take the sacred twigs while muttering grace	B
Thou well mayst muse at him '	-
	-
The chief rejoined	U
'Go and inform M hwi of S r hereof	K
For that foul miscreant must not reveal	T
His proper bent when he shall hear of this '	-
	-
Forthwith he charged a trusty man to take	E2
The miller to M hwi who asked of him	A
Then anxious for himself 'For whom dist thou	F2
Require the sacred twigs Tell me the truth '	-
	-
The miller all a tremble made reply	D2
'I had been out to fetch a load and flung	G2
The mill door open roughly when know this	B
The sun was in mine eyes but his are like	H2
Those of a startled fawn his locks are dark	I2
As the third watch of night his breath suggesteth	F2
Musk and his face embellisheth his crown	C
One that hath never seen the Graces of God	U
Should take the mill house key His diadem	A
Is full of uncut jewels and his breast	U
Bright with the brocade of R m The mill hath grown	C
As 'twere a sun through him and yet his food	U
Is barley bread his seat upon the hay	Y
'Spring ' thou wouldst say 'in Paradise is he	Z
No thane e'er set so tall a cypress tree ''	-
	-
Now when Mahwi had taken thought he knew	C
''Tis none but Yazdagird ' and bade the miller	X
'Haste and cut off his head forthwith or I	D2
Will cut thine own off presently and leave	K
None of thy stock alive '	-
	-
The chiefs the nobles	B
And mighty men heard this and all the assembly	Z
Were filled with wrath at him their tongues were charged	U
With words their eyes with tears An archimage	N
By name R dwi whose mind wore wisdom's bridle	T
Said to M hwi 'O thou malignant one	C
Why hath the Div confused thine eyes This know	O
The royal and prophetic offices	B
Are two gems set within one finger ring	B2
To break one is to trample life and wisdom	A
Beneath thy feet Reflect upon thy words	B
And then forbear Be not the Maker's foe	O
First will disaster come on thee herefrom	A
Then thou wilt leave a seed plot for thy child	U
With fruit of colocynth and leafage blood	U
Ere long thou wilt behold thy head abased	U
They villainy will be exposed thy sons	B
Will reap what thou hast sown This deed of thine	C
Will wreck the Faith of God and crown and throne	C
Will curse thee '	-
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Then a devotee devout	U
Who never put his hand forth to injustice	B
By name Hurmuzd son of Kharr d a man	C
Who rested in the Faith said to M hwi	E
'O thou oppressor quit not thus the way	E
Of holy God I see thy heart and sense	B
Bedimmed We see thy breast a tomb Though strong	J2
Thou hast no brain thy mind is weak thou seekest	U
The smoke and not the	F2