Survived with two fellows.... He fled to Suleiman's closet for bast,
Sobbing, 'Spare us, O king! Make a sign with the ring that men sing of! We fare as
Amalekites. If I have sinned, I am punished. We three are the last
"'Of our race. In your grace turn your face to our case. We place hope in your favour!
My brood is a Yahudi's food. Israel—who disputes it—insane
For gain. We are slain all day long by the strong sons of Cain. Let us waive our
Gold bane for plain down, lest we drown in our own blood! Discrown us again!'"
And the Wazir cried, "Hi!" to the rhymes.
"The King made reply. He was sadder than rain in the willows of Jordan.
'We are God's passing thoughts. They alone that await their fulfilment are wise.