XCVIII: The mercy of the Almighty be upon Akorraey…

The mercy of the Almighty be upon Akorraey, that selected Sara'e for his home!
Since I have on the subject reflected, if thou believe me, 'tis, of all others, the spot.

Its dark mountain-range of Hoddaey, runneth directly into the Ti-rah country,
And the Nil-ab and Landdaey have, wonderfully, laid their heads at its feet.

The great high road of Hindustan and Khurasan, is made along their banks;
And by Attak lieth its ford, which both kings and beggars hold in dread.

Every blessing of the earth, that can be called to mind, cometh to us thereby;
And, as the country is rainy, who shall tell how beautiful is its spring?

Whether it be the district of Suwat, or Ashnagar, or whether Pes'hawar,
They have recourse unto it; and its abundance goeth forth to them all.

There is game around, in every direction--sport for falcon, hawk, or hound:
Hail! hail! Kalah-parrni! what heart-ravishing sport dost thou contain!

The youth of Sara'e are healthy and stout; active and agile, in every thing:
Merry-eyed; white and red; and tall in stature are they, the eye unto.

Whether it be son, or grand-son; whether family, or whether tribe,
May the protection of the Almighty be extended to all who dwell therein!

Fate, alas! hath taken him from it--can the arm of any one reach fate?
Khushhal, hath not been severed from Sara'e of his own accord--ah no!