The merchants spread their gaudiest ware,
For which fools bought a love affair
That ended in a jerk.
Enough! To round the tamasha
A bloated thing came by, the Shah;
It grinned, and viziers fawned 'Ha! ha!'
Curs, brainless as a Turk.
And all the women in his train
Beheld him once and ne'er again,
And called his love their work.