Once Unto His Vezir Quoth the Crowned King

Once unto his Vezir quoth the crowned King:
"Thou, who in my world-realm knowest every thing!

With my sword I've conquered many and many a shore;
Still I sigh right sorely: 'Ah! to conquer more!'

Great desire is with me realms to overthrow;
Through this cause I comfort ne'er a moment know.

Is there yet a country whither we may wend,
Where as yet our mighty sway doth not extend,

That we may it conquer, conquer it outright?
Ours shall be the whole earth — ours it shall be quite."

Then, when heard the Vezir what the King did say,
Quoth he: "Realm-o'erthrowing Monarch, live for aye!

May the Mighty Ruler set thy crown on high,
That thy throne may ever all assaults defy!

May thy life's rose-garden never fade away!
May thy glory's orchard never see decay!

Thou'st the Peopled Quarter ta'en from end to end;
All of its inhabitants slaves before thee bend.

There's on earth no city, neither any land,
That is not, O Monarch, under thy command.

In the Peopled Quarter Seven Climes are known,
And o'er all of these thy sway extends alone!"