
Afrasiab at Ease in Gang-Behesht
From C4.13, Afrasiab Flees to Gang-Behesht. It illustrates C4.13.23–27:
- C4.13.23The city seemed a paradise to behold,Its clay was purest musk, its bricks were gold.
- C4.13.24There, glad and smiling, he lay down to rest,As though with safety he were wholly blessed.
- C4.13.25He summoned warriors in from every side,Great chiefs and potentates in martial pride.
- C4.13.26Wine, harp and rabab, gardens full of flowers;Rose, hyacinth, and cup beguiled his hours.
- C4.13.27He drank, while fate still hid its work from sight,And watched to learn what time would bring to light.
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