Ch 01 Manner Of Kings Story 09 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABCDCEF GHIJKLMKNNOP

An Arab king was sick in his state of decrepitude so that allA
hopes of life were cut off A trooper entered the gate with the goodB
news that a certain fort had been conquered by the good luck of theC
king that the enemies had been captured and that the whole populationD
of the district had been reduced to obedience The king heaved aC
deep sigh and replied 'This message is not for me but for my enemiesE
namely the heirs of the kingdom 'F
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I spent my precious life in hopes alasG
That every desire of my heart will be fulfilledH
My wishes were realized but to what profit SinceI
There is no hope that my past life will returnJ
The hand of fate has struck the drum of departureK
O my two eyes bid farewell to the headL
O palm forearm and arm of my handM
All take leave from each otherK
Death the foe of my desires has fallen on meN
For the last time O friends Pass near meN
My life has elapsed in ignoranceO
I have done nothing be on your guardP

Saadi Shirazi



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