“Having done this he bowed to Fate's decree-
The leaf was withered on the royal tree.
He lived his life in mourning: ceaseless tears
And constant grief consumed his final years.
Weeping, the great king said, "My heart's delight,
My sons, have turned my day to endless night-
My sons slain wretchedly before my eyes,
Since all my plans were evil and unwise..."
And so, heartbroken, weeping for the past,
He lived tormented till Death came at last.
O world, from end to end unreal, untrue,
No wise man can live happily in you-
But bless'd is he whose good deeds bring him fame;
Monarch or slave, he leaves a lasting name.” - Shahnameh
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Last edited by Caesar; 04-09-23 at 07:42.
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