Else the string of my bow, I’d have brought to my ear.”
The guard of the pasturage smiled and replied:—
“Admonition from friends it becomes not to hide,
The arrangements are bad and the counsels unwise,
When the king can’t a friend from a foe recognize.
The condition of living in greatness is so,
That every dependant you have you should know.
You often have seen me when present at court,
And inquired about horses and pastures and sport,
And now that in love I have met you again,