To angels the “four rivers” seem a mere belt.[208]
Break off we this theme. Let’s discuss other things.
Cease trifling. “’Tis God who knows best” sense’s rings.[209]
Let’s seek to inquire how it fares with our friends,—
The merchant, his parrot. Who is’t understands?
The former had promised, at latter’s request,
To give to the birds of far Hind his bequest.40
So when he had reached that land, greatly renowned
In wooded retreat, flock of parrots he found.
He stopped his beast, cried out, at top of his voice,