“Who now of ancient Kayomurs, of Zâl or Rustam cares to sing, “Whelmed by the tempest of the tribes that called the Camel-driver King?

“Where are the crown of Kay Khusraw, the sceptre of Anûshirwân, “The holy grail of high Jamshîd, Afrâsiyab’s hall?—Canst tell me, man?

“Gone, gone, where I and thou must go, borne by the winnowing wings of Death, “The Horror brooding over life, and nearer brought with every breath:

“Their fame hath filled the Seven Climes, they rose and reigned, they fought and fell, “As swells and swoons across the wold the tinkling of the Camel’s bell.”