Be praises mine to all-praiseworthy Thee, ✿ O Lord, who stinted not mine aid to be! Though was I lost abroad, Thou wast to me ✿ Strongest support which vouchsafed victory: Thou gav'st me wealth and reign and goodly gifts, ✿ And slungest conquering sword of valiancy: Thou mad'st me blest beneath Thy kingly shade, ✿ Engraced with generous boons dealt fain and free: Thou savedst from every fear I feared, by aid ✿ Of my Wazir, the Age's noblest he! Garred us Thy grace in fight to throw the Greek, ✿ Who yet came back dight in War's cramoisie: Then made I feint to fly from out the fight; ✿ But like grim lion turning made them flee, And left on valley-sole my foemen, drunk ✿ Not with old wine[441] but Death-cup's revelry: Then came the Saintly Hermit, and he showed ✿ His marvels wrought for town and wold to see; When slew they hero-wights who woke to dwell ✿ In Eden bowers wherein sweet rill-lets well.
But, when Zau al-Makan had made an end of versifying, his brother Sharrkan congratulated him on his safety and thanked him for the deeds he had done; after which both set out forcing their marches to rejoin their army.——And Shahrazad perceived the dawn of day and ceased saying her permitted say.
Now when it as the Hundred-and-first Night,