Mirza Shafi Vazeh. (№ 235873)

"That matter, who craves destruction
Who searches the corpses the glory and oblivion.
His prayers will not hear God
And his blessings!" -
So sang the singer, and Golden Palace
Flew the song, and the Shah came to the confusion.
- Who's singing? - in the excitement Shah spoke
And instantly the guards came into the movement.
The singer and fell in the dust at the Shah's feet.
What will he say to his salvation?
- Nothing I'm not guilty, God knows,
The gift of Psalms - God's inspiration!
- I have power over you, - said the Shah -
And curse you, slave, your birth!
- Well, - said the poet, ' Allah is great!
To do evil, ought not the ability.
Administers and killing beasts in the woods
And even a dead stone in the moment of falling.
Extinguished the flames with angry eyes,
The ruler sank into the meditation.
He picked up a fallen sign in the dust:
- Go and not trying my patience!
Since then, the Lord, speak, withered,
Since then, he waited for death as redemption
To the very end in his ears
The song sounded like the condemned.
And heard the king, inspires the world fear:
"That matter, who craves destruction
Makes did not call on Allah,
And will not give his blessings."