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Now in a little while, when all the troops
He ordered [them] to bring blacksmiths, copper, brass,
And heavy hammers, mortar, stone, and fire-wood. . . .
The experts mustered, and he built two walls
Across the mountain-pass from base to crest,
One hundred royal cubits broad, one cubit
Of charcoal, one of iron, in between
Strewed copper, and showered sulphur in the midst . . .
And when from top to bottom all was set,
They mixed much ghee and naphtha, poured it over
Those substances, and on the top shot charcoal
In ass-loads. Then the Shah bade fire the whole,
And five score thousand smiths blew up the flames . . .
Thus passed a season with the fire in blast,
And smiths a-toil. They ran the substances
Together, fusing them in that fierce blaze.
Thus was the world delivered from Yajuj
And from Majuj, and earth grew habitable . . .
Warner, VI, 164–65
Now at Baghdad Ardshir assumed his seat
Upon the ivory throne and donned the crown
That maketh glad the heart, with girdle girt,
The scepter of the Shahs in hand. …
He donned the crown of majesty he spake,
Victorious and glad, upon the throne
Thus: “Justice is my treasure in this world,
Which is reviving ‘neath my busy hands,
A treasure this that none can take from me; …
The world is wholly under my protection,
My policy is to approve of justice.”
The whole assembly blessed him and exclaimed:
“Oh! May thy justice make earth prosperous!”
Warner, VI, 258
...The creature scratched
. . . And thus it chanced:
A lion of the Shah’s had broken loose,
And came along the road. Now at the time
The shoemaker was still in drink—a sea
That made his fingers thumbs. He ran, bestrode
The roaring lion, and then reaching out
He clutched its ears. The lion had been fed;
The youth maintained his seat. Post-haste the keeper
Came running after them, a chain in one hand,
A lasso in the other.
Warner, VII, 24
Hasting to the stream he saw
The dragon mid the gloom, its form, its writhing,
And furiousness, fire flashing from its eyes.
He strung his bow, he chose
Shafts dipped in bane of milk, and ’gan to shower them
Down on the dragon, wheeling all the while,
Like horsemen in the fray, to left and right.
The dragon’s body failed
By reason of those shafts, and all the ground
Ran with its gore and bane.
Warner, VII, 125
The world-lord called and told the dream to him.
He [Buzurjmihr] heard, grew full of matter, and replied:
“There is a youth disguised in women’s garb
Within thy bower. Now put all strangers forth,
That none may know our purpose, and command
Thy ladies all to pass before thy presence
With measured tread . . .”
They came, those Idols of his bower, in all
Their perfumes, tints, and beauty.
They passed the second time and, when all thought
The dream an empty one, a youth appeared
Of cypress-stature and of kingly looks,
But quaking like a willow and despairing
Of his dear life.
Warner, VII, 284–85
. . . Those illustrious kings,
All dudgeon and vindictiveness, then saddled
Two elephants, each at his army’s center
Took up his station, and assumed command.
The earth grew pitch-like, heaven azure-dim
With all the spears and silken bannerets,
While air was ebon with the armies’ dust.
While at the thud of battle-ax, of mace,
And sword, a red reek went up from the deep, . . .
. . . the hosts advanced,
Troop after troop, while all the plain was filled
With livers, brains, and hearts.
Warner, VII, 416