ABSTRACT
Like blossom, came to fruit. Shápúr conveyed her To his own palace from the chieftain's house, And cherished her like-some ripe quince.1 Now when Nine months had passed that Moon-face bare a son, The image of his sire. Thou wouldst have said :— " Asfandiyár hath come again or famed Ardshir, the cavalier."2 The prince, his sire, Named him Urmuzd, for he was like a cypress Midst herbs, and after seven years possessed No equal in the world. His parents hid him, And never let him go abroad to play.
