Never shall thy mind or reason reach that strand,
Nor can tongue the King's name utter of that land.
Since 'tis his each nothingness with life to vest,
Trouble is there ne'er at all to his behest.
Eighteen thousand worlds, from end to end,
Do not with him one atom's worth transcend.
THE BOOK OF ALEXANDER THE GREAT
(By Ahmedi)
Up and sing! O 'anga-natured nightingale!