Where Solomon his court of justice then had placed.
His cheeks were blanched, his lips were blue; effects of fright.
Said Solomon to him: “What ails thee? Say aright.”
Him answer’d that poor wretch: “The angel, Lord, of death,[144]
Upon me fixed, just now, a look that stopped my breath.”60
Said Solomon: “What wilt thou I should do for thee?”
He answered: “That the wind may now commanded be[145]
To carry me away forthwith to Hindūstān.
Perchance by fleeing thither, save my life I can.”
See how mankind do shun the garb of poverty.