To Samarqand they journeyed, prompt and sure.
The goldsmith found; the prince’s message bore.
“Great man of art, the marvels of thy skill,
Are viewed with rapture, or with envy still.160
Our prince has need of thee, his mint to guide;
For none like thee is heard of, far and wide.
This dress of honour, yonder gold he sends;
Requests thou’lt come, and be his best of friends.”
The gold and dress of honour won his heart;
Good-bye to home he said, with them to start.