A camel with the chest was seen to stand;
The king grew red, for thus the guilt was plain.
“Open me now,” he cried, “you treasure-chest!”
’Twas done, and only a worn shepherd’s vest
Was found within; some blushed and hung the head,
Not Dara; open as the sky’s blue roof
He stood, and “O, my lord, behold the proof
That I was worthy of my trust!” he said.
“For ruling men, lo! all the charm I had;
My soul, in those coarse vestments ever clad,