Roostum & Zoohrab [tr. and retold as a play from the poem] by Firdouzee

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Seite 21 - Tartar host, For they are guiltless, all to them is lost ; I led them on, their souls with glory fired, While mad ambition all my thoughts inspired. In search of thee, the world before my eyes, War was my choice, and thou the sacred prize; With thee, my sire! in virtuous league combined, No tyrant King should persecute mankind. That hope is past — the storm has ceased to rave — My ripening...
Seite 18 - And why art thou misnamed of royal strain? What work of thine befits the tented plain? This thirsty javelin seeks thy coward breast; Thou and thy thousands doomed to endless rest. True to my oath, which time can never change, On thee, proud King! I hurl my just revenge. The blood of Zind inspires my burning hate, And dire resentment hurries on thy fate; Whom canst thou send to try the desperate strife? What valiant Chief, regardless of his life? Where now can Friburz, Tus, Giw, Gudarz, be, And the...
Seite 13 - He ceased, and prudent joined the circling throng, And in the public good forgot the private wrong. From far the King the generous Champion viewed, And rising, mildly thus his speech pursued: — " Since various tempers govern all mankind, Me, nature fashioned of a froward mind; * And what the heavens spontaneously bestow, Sown by their bounty must for ever grow.
Seite 20 - Now from my body strip the shining mail, Untie these bands, ere life and feeling fail; And on my arm the direful proof behold ! Thy sacred bracelet of refulgent gold ! When the loud brazen drums were heard afar, And, echoing round, proclaimed the pending war, Whilst parting tears my mother's eyes o'erflowed, This mystic gift her bursting heart bestowed : "Take this," she said, "thy father's token wear, And promised glory will reward thy care.
Seite 21 - When thou deniedst thy lineage and thy name; Oh! still o'er thee my soul impassioned hung, Still to my Father fond affection clung! But Fate, remorseless, all my hopes withstood, And stained thy reeking hands in kindred blood.' His faltering breath protracted speech denied: Still from his eyelids flowed a gushing tide; Through Rustem's soul redoubled horror ran, Heart-rending thoughts subdued the mighty man. And now, at last, with joy-illumined eye, The Zabul bands their glorious Chief descry; But...
Seite 3 - Rustem woke, and miss'd his favourite horse, The loved companion of his glorious course; Sorrowing he rose, and, hastening thence, began To shape his dubious way to Samengan; "Reduced to journey thus, alone!" he said, "How pierce the gloom which thickens round my head; Burthen'd, on foot, a dreary waste in view, Where shall I bend my steps, what path pursue? The scoffing Turks will cry, 'Behold our might! We won the trophy from the Champion-knight! From him who, reckless of his fame and pride, Thus...
Seite 7 - O warrior brave, Hear me, and thy imperilled honour save, These curling tresses seen by either host, A woman conquered, whence the glorious boast? Thy startled troops will know, with inward grief, A woman's arm resists their towering chief, Better preserve a warrior's fair renown, And let our struggle still remain unknown, For who with wanton folly would expose A helpless maid, to aggravate her woes; The fort, the treasure, shall thy toils repay, The chief, and garrison, thy will obey, And thine...
Seite 20 - But hope not to elude his piercing sight, In vain for thee the deepest glooms of night; Couldst thou through Ocean's depths for refuge fly, Or midst the star-beams track the upper sky! Rustem, with vengeance armed, will reach thee there, His soul the prey of anguish and despair.
Seite 15 - Kaiis holds his kingly state. In yonder tent which numerous guards protect, Where front and rear illustrious Chiefs collect; Where horsemen wheeling seem prepared for fight, Their golden armour glittering in the light; Tus lifts his banners, deck'd with royal pride, Feared by the brave, the soldier's friend and guide.* That crimson tent where spear-men frowning stand, And steel-clad veterans form a threatening band, Holds...
Seite 19 - Remote from us be foemen; and allies, And though at once by either host surveyed, Ours be the strife which asks no mortal aid.' Rustem, considerate, view'd him o'er and o'er, So wondrous graceful was the form he bore, And frankly said: 'Experience flows with age, And many a foe has felt my conquering rage; Much have I seen, superior strength and art Have borne my spear thro...

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