The prince, in lieu of ushers, forward came,
To meet the heaven-sent guest, in his own name.
Their trains one column formed from mingling bands;
Their hearts united, fettered not their hands.40
The prince: “Would thou’dst my soul enslaved; not she!
But here below effect a cause must see.
Be my Muhammed! I thy ‘Umar stand,
With girded loins awaiting thy command.”
Pray God to grant thee ever meek respect;
The puffed-up fool’s remote from Heaven’s elect.