Bahram son of Urmuzd

The diadem of Shah Bahram essay—
A Shah whose kingship swiftly passed away.
Whenas Bahram sat on the throne of gold,
In grievous trouble at his sire's decease,
The Iranian chiefs all came to him in tears,
And girt to serve him. They invoked God's blessing
Upon him, saying : " Be while place endureth,
Because the royal throne becometh thee ;
Thou hast the kingship from thine ancestors.
Be thy foes' faces pale, and may thy soul
Cease to deplore the dead."

He answered : " Chiefs,
Brave cavaliers, and nobles ! let no thane,
Or other liege, put hand to ill. Behold
How this unresting Dome respecteth neither
The fostered nor the fosterer. Bind fast
The hands of passion and reject its bidding.
Whoever shall abstain from evil-doing,
And smircheth not himself by his ill deeds,
Will live glad days and pass in peace. The Shah
Should guard the wealth of others, tender dearly
Men of good conduct, and protect the Faith,
Because it is the crown upon his head.
He that is wise in wrath, and acteth not
Injuriously, is blest. In times of stress
His heart is great and glad. Oh ! may the world
Lack not the sage, and sage indeed is he
That trampleth not upon a vanquished foe.
Vindictiveness proceedeth ill from those
That seek renown. Abstain and use it not.
Know that thanes, troops, and kings unoccupied.
Hold no set course ; the idle slumbereth,
And waketh to remorse ; well said, ill done,
Gain thee no praise or jocund Paradise.
Seek fame, do well, and break no good men's hearts.
I am possessed of treasure and dinars

In plenty, I have majesty and kingship,
And might of hand. Enjoy your own and know
That one who hath not is of those that have
Because my purse is open : none must want."

Not many days passed by ere that crowned head
Came to the shears. The Shah possessed a son —
His heart's delight : " Bahram, son of Bahram,
For whom he sent, set him beneath the throne,

And said : " Green offshoot from my stem ! not long
Have I enjoyed the crown, but be thy time
All glorious. Rejoice, increase, and pass
Thy days and nights in mirth. So walk that thou,
When questioned at the Great Account, hast not
To turn in shame from Him who gave thee all.
By justice and by bounty cause the world
To flourish and thy subjects' hearts to joy,
For whether one be king or archimage
The world abideth not with him for ever."
Three years, three months, three days passed o'er his
head,

And then the world-illuming throne was void,
And as Bahram gave to Bahram the world
The son gave to the sire the charnel's peace.

Know, 'tis no outrage of the turning sky ;
It holdeth but as wind that passeth by
All that hath breath, and till it cease to roll
Thus will it be ; why then afflict thy soul ?
Why seek or speak concerning what should be ?
Discourse on things like these is not for thee.
E'en though in greed thy soul be grown not sere
Thy resting place is but a narrow bier.
Since death then cometh of such wolfish breed
A mighty bowl of wine will fill my need,
And one of silvern form and cypress-tall,
A charmer sweet of speech and kind withal,
With jasmine scent, bright cheeks, a moon in mien,
Musk-scented, and with looks of sun-like sheen.